Use it..

There is a bird on wings singing "hi", and "Dell" has never found solace, that in the world by time nor by love his beauty,
by Jove, can move me more but what by mind is writ ashore,
all for sake of poetry when a loitering star by night
pays homage to the moon in ebb and flow the world beside,
a helping hand in sea of troubles, is printed, printed upon the page, so, when the windows will close.. yet a one still open, for a bird on wings singing hi.. to the moo7.