Answer:
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
I am round as a bowl, deep as a tub, but all the world's water couldn't fill me up.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
What's as small as a mouse but guards a house like a lion?
What do you call a skeleton that makes you laugh and giggle when youβre sad?