Analysis of That lady le balcony

That lady le balcony, is dreaming a felony?
Who weaves her white silk scarf, rather at  porche in my colony
Is nothing but an illusion for me while awake
That caused her, I think, not she spake.

That Rose of summer at last will last long?
That rose in my mind for her kind, alone.
Nothing but I'm dreaming while sleep awake
Sway that thought of a nap at night to take.

She is summer hotter than the sun
Sol, you old fool! She makes that of fun:
Her thoughts hovering over head shall cry,
Eureka! She smiles, keeps many sickle hearts fry.

Date till now she gets young retreated juvenile Rest at risk that beating heart hardly in tranquil.
Men have the precedency in poetry and power
Still she got the beauty that everyman bends their heads lower.
                                                   —  Usilluminary