The Prouseriki by Lewis Benz. Oh, what this braw high heap it tune, sail off like an enchanted ship, Drift our the world seas up and doon and kiss with Venice, Lip to lip, or anchor into Naples Bay, a misty island far astray, Or set a rock to Athens Wall, pillar to pillar, stain to stain, The crooked spell of her back, bayon, Yon Shadow Mile, a spire, and vain, Word ding them all, Word ding them all. Cadiz with tide and admiralty, a Yonder emerald faercy, Gibraltar frown for frown exchange, when Nigel's crags at Elbuk range. The Roserade bank shall asbun make mere rumen tegas for her sake. Ahus is but a puppet box, to keep life's images fray nox, But mannequins scrive with their souls upon its cross-steps and its walls, For he they writ the mere sublime, when on Yon Gable ends at time.