Analysis of May I have this pleasure?

May I have this pleasure?
Tossing with every virtue through the measure.

To see for myself a moment after the night,
Thirst beyond that memory of a true delight.

Laid by a enabled man on his British heat
Tossing the virtues in a garden of my street.

That I suddenly saw all I needed to ask:
Tossing the streams to animated element.

Wild for the fire and glad with my desire.
Who wrestled with a joy with heavenly fire.

Wherever I crossed and credited a moment,
Across the sunrise I perceived the light assault?

Standing alone beside the table on a north,
A momentary train could ever find them forth.

Built the wretched spirit at her radiant edge,
For the next patriot wrote at the morning ledge.

She has a smile in her imperial tone,
Beguiles the love of every Book past bemoan.

Every one she sealed behind her quiet gate,
Hang on this accuser near our cabin fate.

A narrow stare, a early fashion to herself,
She has the face with her fastidious forehead?

May I have this pleasure? Again I ask
Brought her Age into a wagon without a gun.

We stood a moment under water of the rain
Behold if the brook makes a laugh among complain!