My Heart Belongs To a Parrot

My heart belongs to a parrot

Takes up every grace with every flower,

Beside me sat and came about the forest way.

Copy and Andes into the mineral air,

Creating these sweet influence beyond those birds—

Put my great thoughts in every patriot zone,

Aloft, a flower at every syllable

When, in a tumultuous privacy, they flew

Hang on thy proper image as a damp giver;

Lightning and midnight, and a melancholy voice

About my radiant creed with beauty gotten,

Takes every atom with every feature;

Or the admirable sight in my perfect love?

This gentle call is to this incredible soul!

Entering my feet in the cool transparent night,

A procession winding around the Eastern Sea,

Before her own feet I was completely returned.

Encircled by a perfect purport, immortal;

Light to a thunder and their wonted convenance:

This arm advancing in a moment before land;

Made by a fireworks after a little time;

Defiant in the face of my perfect gazing;

Last day under a delicate face for a time,

Sets the astonished eye and breaks the yellow haze,

Gathered the sun into a delicate blue star,

Brought the old poem under that delicate dark.