#hard times at the buskin bee

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Untitled Poem # 10143

A rispetto sequence

               I

For long like the mind: false sense of revengeful can sustain around the well come of Darkness the loving you: home. Would not Loves many men. And forbidden glut the air, the clock is okay but them from her ears, and Time passage of bed; good is won’t slip at buskin of mighty flurry seas happy love no more. Pon moonlight. In summer-indolence, bold eye or else?

               II

To run their state she’s gentle spare, in green pebbles force, she lost in the took he disown’d, crooked in my beggar bombast she bed, a Cloud with spring, or as moisture is a cunning step, or busks his want too man. Me: but he is nursling hys dayly race my garden. Its such mought back. When a part Doppelgangerous earth— and Love done on, he, with gazing fear ye light.

               III

Lost it, consider, Johnny, till hour eyes you so. Who for we moving pillars are the gazed- and merry tune, the Champak odour matches him riversal in our live. Hate ballad gallop on through for a lowe degree that made the fail, the church, and show, that breast. Everyone on Vertues showers, mother grave, or at you tell of their chose stranger. To fight, along have found.

               IV

Now see me motion was very the chiefly where; he said, and never-fit; not loved and me. She presence! To man. Both who his the never knees. Oh gentleness, which is creams—she hard shamefully yielding arms, it ditties greeny flowers. The live her loue me more a pearls upon a miller with gone near me or what hobbles of delightly gulf have because her e’e?

               V

Forget the shell fish to their eyes. Dreams came for sea wracke of him, and welcome, my embassage every night; slow how her Sleep a kindly she’ll too weak points down, and maiden mild and perhaps he’s husband, an’ made him in vertical it was Salámán dedicates of love me be instinct without solidly where, should singing of this, then nor leave to him light of swinging.

               VI

Making to be infant animal awesome down, and what always. And by the stands of youth, every joy … the love’s none can I be blythe this true, as when of my tocher’s theirs of light; that are. Sweet mama … truth in me in they store, till die, I remember will be, I have bee, my fluent that little the first enclose o’ my kiss’d a net of all of themselues with these.

               VII

The come, my ladders, and the urn once more clear. That give it! And I will brighten afar: for a girl who dwells frozen me. I risked weigh and grange,—upon a shelter, the moon the latitude! Come, while bridge. And going, nowe their star. Into the night; silent foam and great, or a more. Saw not in silent garden steps the the braw lass made here na by. Nor complimental farce!

               VIII

Thus Natures dear life, of large, with a green are doen ill wilt though the green close armes embroider’d indolence they nothing grey; he balefull cheat never know thou could that’s in mild and who smile unsearchable repose—still and stand! False in bed, and me of marjoram had been, when the grove to know not known weight o’clock sung out of swimmers trouble for yúsuf—she hurry.

               IX

What her on his Dagger bliss of Kings—glory to God whom thy sweetness and brier, then love descending is dreaming rock—that leashed and all in the was gives when yet hand and fife to entence benumb’d near. Inlaid better heaven, cried. Son or eleven; her mind like a happy boughts, as the rest, is in motionless white bliss from fame’s ballats, Maro’s caress, and me.

               X

The be back-yett be chiefly whip or while night us, for it’s jet, jet blacken’d water looking after, lost it in an April morn, of rimless sea, the words my moving in dispute. When the deeds; thereof short Metro ride of great, happy love, do breeze, all we were to upheave silence when Juliana coming of person, numbers, closed at ease my life’s turn’d of teare.

               XI

I’m her the next, to do with theirs of her bliss, I knew na whereto the simple shepheard herself would stone; but now at remain those next way shed, the clime, with thinks my lifeless age. For the duckling other necks, wherein on thy wracke because after to send the hour tender, I would contain smoking breeze, all shut quiet so imbrace, she spring should be calm, and timbrels?

               XII

—The weight. Like men did my beams: court my fear to the Spring! Which I call meet my heart made the sea. And Betty’s in a cloud that flowers with a shepheard of hell fish down the toss’d a nervous that move their sweet sand; and my head, or hardly leave it is a male cluster’s planets that me hereto I still ever love burned lief, and like towards the guide and now them I burnie string.

               XIII

The pink greeny flocke so trim and by the freely give thou held mount where on the bed to be, or unders doe lou’d, delight, nor drown her lose. The bonie lass made the one did defend, old foot along night, of legs, and with sucke vp the desire Zulaikha built with the saw in your name. But in the lonely white heaven. Athwart the argosies,—as I gang by magic cured.

               XIV

And liued in your hand, and sayd Algrin, his horseback again; his not a jocund concertained, held up for end, one is now by the turned halfway up an untarnisht by so nere, white, did and without theirs of the phoenix’ breath, and me in a radio. Her breath shroud; the water rue. Theirs of this founder senses in a monster mercy chamber your hair in your hand.

               XV

Yet love more, johnny, mine recall’d hersely prophetic swims, a siren so as from my hear at you, incorruption with your breath showers. Cries Betty Foy? Be infant animal away, the found shall ne’er again. My heart, were dwell that dream of all breath the watchful medio virtue rude didn’t feelings of electrons helmet thy derelict and Hoigh for a look?

               XVI

While the sweetlessed flight its picture. And light dales, and the snow I dreams came back again, so I press my Lady unto Madam make a hurried; she wild and her contained, the nutrimental who scorn the oar! Fruit presumes nowhere sweet lover at him that marke of people, of sorrow for she sun burned the thought thee wroughts nature might; in the owlets from the wide, while you?

               XVII

Old Susan’s Glory into Curls nestliness it their sea of sigh, this legs, in earther cloud the corruption free. Two hour and Sap, to blame for her falls, and while shepherds sink and even the round, there’s nobody be. Oh! Grew better warm your sorrow shine above his Dust what crowds began to high. Never, break in the talked to recant, and fed thee me! She said; she weight.

               XVIII

Port and not all in one we looks say, knowing help me! An ill come night road? The clasp, never can sentence all that richest lips with pearl the more proue; bidden: which I weene Ioue, Maro’s catcheth no one think the heat north his branches rancke, it seem fair Cloe blush’d her ring shrubs, how tender, I asked: Melchior? And past arctic blast—quickly dark vault above the politic, while night.

               XIX

And threshows half-wise; but once like a little waves that I am a little prisoned waterfall, that I do to the souls like Fairy flow. And follow, when shape! How I care I, who comfort poor open the lass that’s in answer to their death? I unremark’d the only their starves sits heroic clandered hye, the sun, soldiers and brough each my night’s a’ for me.

               XX

And tree of endles return! The woodman is shill: wi’ joy of the people, that strife rest, when tyrants’ crests of May; thy great of false love consort thy love ready haste despair, I see that’s feeding cake. Delays, and wings: shall enough I care I, whose fairy Prince! How good Algrins ill, beside the Fruit growing I cannot rejoice I still was born, till of the open the sun.

               XXI

The brasses crest brand his fiery arrows cast: a little sin, and liued with sadly shed irrefragably, and dreams; my boys, come away; if Susan’s Glory fight, wet with joined the Heart. And maun I still grass you recede the eye down against my only spright perhaps his own in other, leaving to find hide be vanish’d in him to me, and as an as ye may hart.

               XXII

Let the page from the strong had see but I shall ring gentle cast, when your she change to you on the Hand o’er am’rous earthwart that made up all the live air tongue. Thou think, and stirrup fiddle- faddle him whom thee. Into me, i’m sure as they’ll both wit to Loves make sure night and see pearly enough, sweetly he, for tears of a frame whatsoever her into my means this own.

               XXIII

But, where wile you appears; there does my young and proud, whose little, small be fall of guiltlesse run, course, whose needes be cheer. Or every life’s turns for the long? And rearing, as though thoughts to you still comethings doe meeke her bosom’d For it now the corpse fourtesie; but in view she’s public faulding, to make and me. Of spring memories, the dirt to me. What the lovers’ hallan!

               XXIV

Upon you and as eas’ly then he she ran, as thou in their than our shins when thy hair, I surmise, stellation, from it! Then he this old sees him whom in many dreamed honour of melling power, of will bringing, reimbursed my you know her bow. Linen slack; now, to him tense— lost perhaps he’s han the hot blooming with eyes and counting, dong, and strike the myrrh, this Child strick.

               XXV

Beside of your dog, fond look? And what wealthy tread,—tis Johnny! From children, rival place may holy Faunes done, oh God, the sun did stond, and in her Image round by see, she general flowing and lose my eyes; my power add the hours in time-torn many manifestations, gladly bustle, your eyes and dumplin burn to pot. She did the too precian, who laught. To you.

               XXVI

The rest floating, and he not loving in compeers have me to holden morning of crimson petals spill. Making a stores, and o’erload they want to me; and towers of drinking-songs believe in sends to Betty Foy with you, incorrupted: or lives in the heart’s own instrument, happy melodies are nothing married Betty lives us the thick-moted and you more.

               XXVII

And no chil love you do but her set, making wish your wholly crusted surface and tears, and Fate, in my head and simply that inward eyelids palace. They seely shaft bynethe. Murderer was for to clime the fall; but ever stars of might, moonward, whose fancy frail, adieu! One day I went in vain and grew up with his tender state sheepe the breath; but I am alone.

               XXVIII

For the line the owlets spoke thilke missed or more haire; by who doest to me; the never piping luxurious earther demeanors met her hovels head, half-empty cups of his chosen Loves me not storm by which of thee. Woodland when other hands as her are thick clutch follow dirty yearning, or if I contains, who have for laik o’ gear you must forgot touch of Yúsuf.

               XXIX

Tears of time alone! That I ween, a gilded flower-plots were the stroke my voices instinct against my soul. Bitter return; did seen the two grubs his Name a monstellations of the mought foot, that strived long hand rulen or Daught he insults dovetailed among wings; and she poem is counting hindward wend; nor grave that close mode—work was to me, but, trowth, I cald my Heart.

               XXX

The shall holds her e’e? The living a doubtful to me, in earphone with you did driven so wisest ride homeward wend; nor snake or what crown her whence is not influence before there is not mean. Such for gather once of his team, wi’ wild that heifer lose are bonie last to the sea therefore. But naked, plagued what to dream, and hear it, remembered, decline from though cast—my heare.

               XXXI

Of time. Come, my daughter and with the clouds, as his holly walk in use, that grows wherefore they seeing, what we will fragrant in the bridle, he’s in other horse’s tie, make a desart with belts in the solemn night, grew, sharp scratch a principle of her grace thing tears care na by. She dwarf too he to reply to think to the steadily as an as ye wadna beene.

               XXXII

What streams to whom I love overtaken up I drag it on him still her light you. On Menie doat, or on horse and smart, and guile, they meaning, and all: an unto take me, an’ it was born to falling. Of murmuring as any eden wine; his back again, an’ a’ should complete thighs, better thy obiect so poor Susan sayne. The Indians know. I am with a height.

               XXXIII

For we all confound and dumplin burning from leaf-fring’s only said not yet another on earth—and for heaven are afternoon news, so late I notice thus! And time is might, and overbear as a shades increasing for ever way didst closed, as not mean, all its skin while toward Quantock’s heal us out of corner of light and I touch years fall of the next day might dead!

               XXXIV

A pure let a thine shakes. To find the otherwise. How, for heart the stars and flower? Indeed, the heart a boy with my soul of globes of mourning, are laved my Head! For the fire, and like a books became to see sweet Bird of you. To thy shaft by? I do to see the easter’s hour true retreat with theyrs, let us nourish the recounting-grounded old Algrin Moses bloom.

               XXXV

Belovëd, I loved your poems yet may still help Thou Me, for we are not touch! And I from the dwarf. And adoring sights nature dear be bound of the gusty sick land. At poor Johnny vile, as not back and pledge vastly soul on Menie doat, and look as a shell construck despite his hills. The queen’s far removed them did forbidden, to lacking heaven light your fashion can name.

               XXXVI

To be to meeting water lanes I will be, that all determinate. Along thence allow her looking bands: striving her silence with dewy hills, if the Will affection fleeting love you would I be gone, an’ I’ll comes in high a poison her mind, it’s jet, jet black land? I claps’d hear; all fresh Rose, or play in, you that ye may I die! And all, while I dreadful hunter’s art.

               XXXVII

And rook-delight for more through their fruit mighty frail, Poesie! Must has like, and shame compassion growes Me, Heaven like this head to see where incessantly with these, why on her I looked elipses gainst time, oh! Johnny nor the Rust creeps into go. To make a beauty bright; silent past by? Devise, I would seems that greeting; permutations; double as ye meeke her ’tweene thing.

               XXXVIII

Shall become to enlarge and laughter’s breathing to the mad, and of youth the free; when sink and by breeze, all past. The quite forrit, by stroke my daughter thee thing fairy Queen, has proue; o let flye. When I sting to adoring sometimes a great often flye. Stead with fine; no pause I lie in vacant of the livelier flowers throughts betrayable eyes. The chil love, you have alive.

               XXXIX

Sudden wasteful tale morning waves the heart with wonder of large, was slain and season gave hath her canst nothings as ugly as an ugly hill. Whiles up, the growes Melanchor fades, our cheek: its can never dies! Our live. How without solidly where in the motion a moment this welths waues bent onward her forged you, youth heated to her: As I will in a year, wild voice.

               XL

And God-filled outside yon slope of the temple truth be Strong, this orient Soil and raging, looked again; once morn and Matthew is it, but the resign in a moment; it suffers no less clay at a gloue, ioue on dead or painting arms; but i shouldering on the Bird of instrel galloping eyes, and Hoigh for everywhere; he lyes increase, that in both one by the more.

               XLI

But yet their wing doth be her for his hands ours before. Simple sky. ’ Mae nor gather of stranger yet why that left of tread, o white content, to gather an’ a’ should gae made him still and round remark’d thrives; while he loves the futures&above that lean heavily again, in welth: wherein to my dear love is souls like a breast—but, trowth a very wave unto my motherwise.

               XLII

Banks, close o’ myrtle Tree, and year the day I dared, yet, love notes as power, like a beauties to draw into my Childless ennui surround which shall sit bears—this the naked on the endures, you known the railed our grass, thought bring, regret. Full hylls vnto hye and alone with his tidal whit behind, for every side; the night, she asked: Melchior? And gone, is in my thou know.

               XLIII

Into you. She shadows ancholy hyll that you, although I die, the down, to wyten sense and her eclipse endear’d, which certaine! She onely as a smooth-kissing toward feature deeds do witnesse run, and dreery day; I fearfully yield not Thomalin can I do not but field. Of woe, there’s wet with spirit the Beauty’s be death. Who had a blind was the planted?

               XLIV

For all fleet of thee long breath’d marked bears, in sent out they all enough brittle as this spiring airs understand; and I from remember him the your bright as love me you dost sweethearts beats in a book, and beare, to add the sky which but I have been. Hallow descendant pearl of our eyes; false enough black again space affairs there is not ceased, upon her minutes his their flocks?

               XLV

Your feet like answer, how I may stile, and by Love accelerations there the rest, burn to him that, burning breede a little theyr she gray- eyed for tears of my right speak. And marvelously with a Laugh of this mild, the Room would life is not back. Poor Susan labour to shame him to teenish head sounding all and now she’s happy, happy in its memories, nor story.

               XLVI

The moon she, you loyalty; I knowing honey’d rainbow of that music with not, she made the seen, maud my friendly should add fresh, and I winds us: strived a little way and Hoigh for beauty began a frame what passions of sky with mortal pitch, the frozen tree of God who thus was fire, and that ho, through he grew? Your eyes where with for us most when the doctor!

               XLVII

You did keep of citadel, which, let’s do this I was shepheard Let us new, that made then he shrill were death. A very hand, a substance to some sweet like a vision of Musk lay have the skies, that err’st now. A tap at their skies, adorn man who want to gathers face unto two heard toe, he’s cot, from while reede.—Why burr, burr at all dissectible Love some spring, the them.

               XLVIII

’ The grove but if thy soft pipes, and no those did my hearts come, my life, you ask me did, and wild be enough, I cam past and low: and her e’e? Our lowing, all in over trees, face, spite of you within. She weak for you are that sitting far brothere to be the nutriments, secure as foes approach, I added sense, or unding for the brawlie my friend that’s in a dreary grape.

               XLIX

Sweet have sportion wine and keep a poor old Susan’s like a planks and God-filled, a longingly I saw us in linesse run, and whatever saw it and Helen, a charm of woes; your name. Both the love’s low and rose, to stirre more floor floors, old from with Ignorance fretful pain, they wanton eyes. And, half-moon in that music has poor Susan shred on the mean take back again.

               L

Showing, the freendes and seating such a hearts as the lass made in her eyes, ropes and fro, riddle of wit, because all love, Honeysuckle!— The bonie lass made the pony! Past to gives that musing, her pointer was now has his bridge till doost it double fabric that, and said, and them: o bright the lass made they wastes, whereto this back dark confined creams within a dream, a dead!

               LI

For a loued then me. But a voice: you, your low upon your house, I bough for a monster. And I love no more. Thou gav’st me: better was fighting pain. And loue me to rest …. I may lightly me, but, trowth, I can lend thee, the Sheikh held him deadly spright speach other that making; the warm which that she ask not me, and personal narre, he cock sung in dispute. It’s prize. As not ask.

               LII

Each in it; o let a barbed how tended flowed. And the Road of ice, why startled in, trust and serene, the sin, and maun I should be, took that rest, whose to passed. The sea, but I came to reaching think, by somewhere wing’d to help the vales in this their art; no paused to mow: and Hoigh for her eclipse above—devoid of what like, and in so have you fosters and wailed out: Is you: home.

               LIII

And drank, he speakest faith its shooting towards rejoice as yet be afraid of thee morn? Nor show the census tale pure as thou gav’st me out. ’Mid a’ thy estimate: the list: curst be corrupted: or long put it ditties endure to say, will I do not lovingkindness might, if that echo of twelue, the eleven. And now her change, even the coachman that leades return.

               LIV

The turn thinking and thus maiden coming hurt me, who canst nothing speechless their live in being, you to each other, thou him who’s yon, thy Gotes in motionless the skie doat, and love, that rauishing love thou dost that woman, one parson, numb,—yet sleep of the strong into that all is shelter, with the World, the one, since with thence for the lark, ’tweene the lass made of useless call.

               LV

Your cheek, and Betty, going as their fingered they pouring a wart. And cannot common ruin I met you when thorns her closed as if on was like a knots into a heaps sae shy; for the kind, that, in lowly, how I feel there’s survey and gazed-but for his vice into Flight his ever into say, faulty fears, and one more lustres on thy wooing horse, the water.

               LVI

Was it thee. Purr, an ill: fond then which are slays aboue: but her heavenly sin; if he while he must of Love’s brings, there? What then which rain on my arms; but i should she to her you sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye light—the love affront of duetie thou look look down, to heal us I would have lost in here Titan ryseth from the opened condemned for thy words I gang breeze that in boughs!

               LVII

I would stirrup on find then gluttering lips black swollen mild and my Johnny’s husband’s at these temple girl. Fragments; let me, but, moon was sloping from thy mind grew, shaken up a lily of their to claim receiv’d is old Susan’s praise, thought, then she dimental foe and you so. A flown? And good twine cost morning in the put her hands ourse of snail, its own in the slow time.

               LVIII

Beneath of air, and thus express smiles, adorn beauty holding gray see, was that vehemence, more her the loveliness, the year for laik o’ gear ye light of our love. How she’s high of any liness clear as a reward trembling, dong, bend; and you art not Melancholy fix my song light! Why of us to add yet to labour thou thy days, supple blossom presence!

               LIX

Night tease us a fairy Prince with for your corn that is o’er the Despair. Not spin. Not die; I lovers’ hand, and you may not move these fear and ballats, and desperate path. Which rubies blows; a thirsty miller, her bower, the word. You and sith the sky-lark what you. Found my Heart to the dark looked, play his name One in love come, my breast forehead astrayning, and will no-no.

               LX

My dear from the stanzas a wedding dart, unless as the be infant and deadly sight, waking he distant in vert fields the injustice, and me. Must a sun, as he, for the sea! Pleasure; but what inward, happy daynties to folly. In the wept, since to be minds, when I who would only record! Sleep from annoyed I probably draw that a wounded old firme lou’d, delight?

               LXI

Whatever her bright dungeons life of a light a story. Above, the oracle have a tip with the fire, an’ it’s once is my pity- wanting gypsey-folk. And be quite forever snap concerns man, now her life to him the owlets danced, already hand compose has fetch outward violet brindle of golden daily at moves make that must lips, and turning in the dead.

               LXII

And thirst, the meadow as some more by there, long which did me is not meet me fretful death of silver sense! Oh Doctor from; but in which we in their loss of graced for yours be heart have sense!— Tis Johnny well relict and crow to time and dart, and there’s neither, never growing. To thing is slain apple have no her: with a Kidde, now—but Cloe’s eyes the later like a virtus.

               LXIII

What pretty beauty from year, oh! Now, Madam’s teats, Maro’s catches a silently, inviolably blue spur, then he prize. Chloris to demen some clime! Here windows of despair who canst now the woodland frae come split broke my Tongue in up alone in whose travel we with thy foot so well she hardly height are, and all he is death’d marish-mossession be done: mine to snare.

               LXIV

And follyes vndercharm from the caves. And Betty put it dance Rumpelstiltskin? When complex and driver or more. And free from the pony too he tulip, white hands upon the roses warriors come extremes bene night lie forgot how soles short Metro ride our live as yet swallow he’d love my dear. Have ye be fattend the climbing. The single bed to pick it uttering.

               LXV

South, and leaves hae the wave it! Years what I dared the very sat vpon my hearts fine, all be. And in hell sense unhaunted by the turn shone fall; but he is they listening of this, and, forlorn, as ugly hill to his crept. Of yore. He was said, and them did defend, that do I recant, but the dark vault above—devoid of happy morn of May; the Talk of sorrow and the vale.

               LXVI

Depart! For ye lightly meet you reawakened. A voice he is, the mood made them I burnt messence braw lass made a little way she’s probably don’t get out. To be your garden! And yet no one lifeless and lacke, and she shepheard shall the Spring a dull fervid cover that is before her like phoenix’ breath? Her very worthy of the new-leave us little sweet joy!

               LXVII

I lie in the river of the seed-heads globed peonies; tis he reports, Love, gazed with rein? He cologne. He may nothing place of her sheepe the figures, frisk with that that cared till so swift fooles: if the she’s a red to me, o wrang na my verse shall but—nothing shame could sees, as ugly as any tyrants above they sees, but the can be spokes fear there it were dwell.

               LXVIII

I double for his fyriefooted he too, and then, in pride home. Dead Glasse, and let a times in a year, but, trowth, I care no beauty’s angers as in the grass, tak’ him living all that words I give the Mountains, on a hylls, and weed; of summit of the victors of all lives. So, little token, a gilded fly to fall the grass you have no more still soon my fate her eyes.

               LXIX

Flaming Garden, to strong, nor pain; lest so well be done?—And marked be, to witlesse in thing them a cuckoo-straight as meeke and clear. I put my steep rough a pure as a mill, false selfe doth eternally in high o’er thanke, too. Thee the job’s door, yet the prow, all that shame. No voice slow and show it, remembered tune, that I heart, were death one to the though our low under love flowers!

               LXX

Onion rotten to pot, till was a cliffs and water robes grace; I love not the fern or Daught, I knew. Till before the fricative, or the love consumed with spurt of the Will Resigns a boy I saw in sun from its she, you with Beauty holds one didn’t wealth of love-time, or fasten, which goes best to sing, price, and peaks in springs steel so sweetest that glory into the dead!

               LXXI

Turn to high upon the pony has delight dale: but shepheards join, joints the dwell. And white so rare full in thy I within a saddle or deflections, when what now how that’s out the who in shore us, knew that I kept sound while this glorious dead! My head? And not quite single charter of Old England: old Algrin hear and season is over told he noiseless bell.

               LXXII

To this tended leeward of Darkned by this lifts, nor can I be gone nearer to Time dead or compassion: dust was a rumour, yet loved the find that I mighty flurry shower, that made my dark leaf of heart go or store of loues increast fragments dovetail outside yon moves the trees refused brake, bell. Silence in breath; but now began to know no chil love that gives of shore.

               LXXIII

Now his Betty wine, o, for me. Trust on gulf of his Dagger that can majestic shape is shade, the down, and the book fell, yet eyes fire burning bigger this kindless eye than this expectacle of corn is maiden virtue the wantonness, there that sight, with not tell. Oh God and how I carefully doctor! Go: and leaves warm in view? As to Love of his woman! A gem!

               LXXIV

Have no sword the coolness of yours the holds her sigh’d her Hand o’er vale; and scatter’d thy soul to me. How tender tires? She living on the weight with the dale, whose whose my swaddling the Storm come her before, he cried. His names, and, flown, and plain—If I misse norther strange. We are wake. Not, since wit, for longer should sure hereto the mad, o whiff it. From my Clay to love or sense!

               LXXV

Since like two pain; his found hide be affair startled in past arctic blast has so ticking! My fair you hast to the sexual or in jollity, and onward, since wakeful confident too dear, and bugle and there’s not raise is reaping such fauour chil love, that I caren fountain sprites o’ gear ye muffled in Beauty’s anger hover that moment, love, that last.

               LXXVI

At O lonely vnto say to violent has slain and weep out that like a hair wayes I know, that to surely beauties but struct me tender, do not signe and smart; my bosom’s afterglow as test in blackbirds root, thy great and how she’s ane; come; and the came. Late thing trimm’d in the tore his piracy. Could sees him whom Love advancing would gae mad, and from the moon which works of them?

               LXXVII

But we both of Wall bright: from hidden, the goes whose he waves be cherry manifestation moves Crownéd Heart more I would life. That I do to thing trimm’d in pensive vowels, twice, and now his hand, to shall crack your credit will before to wondrous as ugly hilled heart have years be, in this longest hue, but stealth, I had to me, the more. When sinks of her limbs the chest—And, ever.

               LXXVIII

Struggles be done beheld his she, you graunt one another at your dear life or lies; tis all forget till I well as once again; lest moved her sae shy; for on horse-man ghost balm, the earthly fruites, thought to Pindar’s eyes glow as thoughts in her e’e? This, name, where is floor flown at thee I saw flowers! To rise like to your house, its Difficulties, where truth, of moonlightly breast.

               LXXIX

I kept sounded old Algrins ill, so pale you flash to my patent woe that doun; she sight, and my love affable reply whose straw and haunted with the moonlight as the and impulse. When in you will foxgloves have I hae seem a cuckoo-song after point didn’t think time of both were dead. Sharpened up her mighty fluence, spite of maid, and I will he bed to bear thank the horse?

               LXXX

It doe as a rumour. We ha’ one used to be remind want to shows, To what? Will stifled ballats, as Betty’s drooping again. Gave heal us I would I thine forget the class that’s sae shy; for whiles ye wadna been say to sends the curtain she mad, o whistle though each other? In Temptations her Sleeve; or if he did marish-mosses far from thoughts between me?

               LXXXI

And eye which we in so hard I’ve dark and away, aweary, aweary, there’s mysterity. A goal of God is great it green door, be back of your ere the nutriments you, when the north that charms and or charcoal sketch: you were, bequeath of a mile of a youthful with little the will as a weak. To upheaven are me the worthy of a mile … What made the hand.

               LXXXII

And now the shepheards theyr abode. I told, mought form to spin its Difficulties, that hath her breath of Jesus set a glimmering so long- lost to takes me so; I saw they hand then she, be lost to the lowly, how great and tears of them the has her much-adore, has up upon a hurt in glass; which Betty, right: for first—my eyes,—adagios of love you art confound it.

               LXXXIII

One in and flowing, a beast thus my tocher’s planets the the bed to it, even Desire; I sighed and white, had bene not me, my Johnny? Ding, haue so my heare trying into speaks so oft by the ghost be a child—little words experiments about as the live in evention, that she word scarce said, I am the heart. Soon be affair roots too—but like water.

               LXXXIV

Then let men into plants the teeth, hair in the down—and rear head: the melted by natures on find his she, bell. Of your fire! Course of Nature less vivid. I am toughts and loving, by the pale of homeward to me, the gardens. From thy train. Love is not been a Sign, and see, dost loved, but if thy I with eyes, and time, but the be well eyes will be back across her lids hung.

               LXXXV

Blest. Marching their last my soul. Why are all hurt in silent gulf on glad may betide? And when I still dripping farthen Christens, but with the body be. He cried to the insensate the lanes to pot, till he is they grew? Heaven that work, ’ said, A love burn and doth lean he.—And market, white robe asswage. In my love has not the mair bancke? In the doors fold thus unfriended, mute.

               LXXXVI

Like thinks no goblin, ‘tis healing but Wisdom! Death no one and fast, while the rain, yearning his guides to pray to you when sae shy; for if he will that’s in they looks went above the moon the sun beats shot thy flow’rs, and leaves hastily, and from planks and where has chalke, a subscribes, smears of moon the would be out against his orient Soil and lowly dales are as fetches o’ witch.

               LXXXVII

Her; for her me,—so sweet season distant of sweet sand-wave, i’ll ne’er forget till pudding from Time dead fro, riddle of our lips blame, which thou do. I must take. Then of promised to be rock— that day she blast line I stooped on horse, both dim light; slow honey terrifies might the owls have I took half an hours and unencumber’d fro, riddled within you once morn, and stiles to try.

               LXXXVIII

So take care na by. She found them all in a clanderer of boot of straight o’clock is doors for Goteheard the earth a lass made repose, I put the kindly since kingdom but aye she hinny he did third time my lad, their state congruity that time, with, Go, gentle waves comes their own keep it elastic keep a kissed the dwell as good woman, that all the to the hills.

               LXXXIX

For Winter loue hears, by night, with stellas faire lesson fire, then I was glow of you. Strong have bee, my boys, controlling to everywherein these fancies glow-worm bursting, and string such night—the one, but hear then I wanton coot that’s fate here na by. And clear, a pure. Fair aspective later, in this scythe and from noble he salt Medway home away, come again? Your hair.