Analysis of Gazing at the leaf of my book

Thy beauty, thy power
Make me ‘….’ That you are
As from the centre thrice to the utmost pole,
Thou from the terrrestrial sole,
By the right of knowledge & strength,
Whatever you want to be,
Here in the heart of earth all of you are alike Tweedledee
Fallen mortals, to be weak is miserable.
Thy sphere that never retires,
Those eyes that always sparkling blazed,
That’s the effect of living backwards.
Want to reign without pain?
You are the one like gentle Belle
’twas brilling and slithy toves,
That is the time when Jabberwock goes
In spring, when the woods are getting green
Tried to tell what I mean.
To the people of real world, it was the man who said ,
Have a pen in my mand, coloured as red
Let the people, whatever they be
Come fight, mock, everything you can do with me.