Come into my own

I, in a blazing sun once found odd rime,
lo! besides a sunflowers' lonely droop
mist clear as the day broad wallows like time,
and a ravens caw when it does not swoop...

I, with restful nods and no toil  to scoop,
(even yokes dangle solely with no take),
sit on my chair up, brass heard much of troops,
ousted them at my porch meek smiles with cakes...

I, that have stood on mounts gazing at lakes
and no breast louder than mine seen much beat;
pale will the earth stomp rose in her quake
and that sun large and bright hail grown a sleet!

It will not pain me to fall in a rill
and deep in the ocean reign on my hill!