Will yer soul ov er turn Psyche ? O Psyche you were the night of closing cupid moon lips. Keep your shovel. What? dada aye aye Captain . She hold it lose to breast. 

Come along huffies. Mare your brown care by her down cheeks. Rested to the lady's black olive eyes.

was a nice day. transient . a harem of rushing ought. 

____________________ Their ancient glittering eyes are gay ~

Lapis Lazuli

 W.B.Yeats ~