Appologize to the lady in disguise Appology for Me of Gold made ‘snt but only a soul & clay Me of you had never dreamed or could even ever imagine As me to life came was ranked and kept in a class prisoned In nature I find the free side of me so fresh so fine so fair Keats and Wordsworth me’s self among their words I find Expectations neither purposes nor dreams I had visioned As long me's winds blow as far me's sun rises cold I shan't Who to blame me knows not but females guilty are not As a norm of greedy who kept owning as theirs for ever From parents familly me inherit did any and shall never Like a bird as learns to fly on own of his shall himself rely Yet the way is too long alone, to fulfill a companion I need Birdesa by name shall me's heart joy her as long she’s willing If water a deal for pleasure shall herself see so me her to sing Thus earth sounds of passion full, though glitter did may never