A sauntering walk in the Shaftesbury
A winter stroll to the icy stretch of the Gold Hill.
For the ethical poet of England,
And the lampoon of Dryden's allegory.
Oh! Echoes of the Greek hill,
No less than a life , the Visionary aspects
I must swallow the deep widen voyage of many verse
Hope for reaching to the entire length
A gesture like the colossal stem winding to the world
I'm upon the catastrophic code
I'm born too late.