I've dreamed no dream of you that won't come true.
Though seeming to sleep, my joy swoons, awake...

I always knew I heard a faint, soft voice --
I now know that it was your fair heart's song...

The grass grew dark beside the lake,
cooling, held in the sand, still, alive...

Umbrella folds
sweet scents of damp silk wafting...

Yeah, Baby, I saw that move!
You walked right up on top of me...

Direct Parody, Pentameter, Petrarchan sonnet. On
William Wordsworth. "THIS world is too...