And I walked on & on....

I walked on & on.....across the meadows. Behold lay the stank sloths of grass & leaf asunder, they say.... Were many who led on & many more to follow. Across came the comely wind from across the top of moors & beckoned to me. Oh lovely in her gait, of pearls of joy that brings Aphrodite to shame, of eyes lit of stary skies.....
Draft....