Verse is a set of specially related sounds, repeated aloud. - Sidney Lanier

The sun is a-wait at the ponderous gate of the West.

O Trade, O Trade! Would thou wert dead!
The time needs heart — 'tis tired of head.

Virginal shy lights,
Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of vows,
When lovers pace timidly down through the green colonnades
Of the dim sweet woods, of the dear dark woods,
Of the heavenly woods and glades,
That run to the radiant marginal sand-beach within
The wide sea-marshes of Glynn.