The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
HBAS updates are not too much with us; every fortnight
Reading and enjoying, we involve ourselves in its delight
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Little we see anything uncommon there
We have lost our hearts in the scenes everywhere!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
The hero who is all the baisas' heart-throb
The angelic heroine who is always his heart -throb
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
And we are up-gathered now after the update
Alas! for its contents..,we've opened the flood gate..
They are up to go through difficult times
It moves us not. Great God! I'd rather be
They are up to go through difficult times
It moves us a lot. Great God! We'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Like kids caressed by the mother so fondly
So we are gathered around our lovely author Lashy
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreath'd horn.
Have glimpses of the assurances from her in patches
Like the sight of the phoenix rising from the ashes
We will hear our hero rise up from the horizon like a flash!