Something from a poem

Glaze my gaze with your summer days,
In glades and lakes secrets revealed;
Myriads of Dryads dance your ways
With secret souls, in heart, congealed.


Yes, it is mine, third stanza or somethingish I think it was... now tell me what you think of it. I hate the title though, nasty little thing and I think I'll change it sooner or later. But no, I won't put it up here yet... still need to finish the editing of it. This snippet is just one of my favorite quatrians I've done in a long time.