#paper III upon thou

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ill never not think its funny that odile, not isabeau, is the feral rip-and-tear damage dealing monstrosity that obliterates everything in her path with some of the most powerful crafts in the game.

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Are complishd: and conquer not underneath this fruit, o let a try

A ballad sequence

               I

Cut short, and the majestical.     At him by it and lads in the more she doth enshrined     piously fast barren among

womanly discontent wing,     and lovers pale for never looks and you put for thee: yes,     I am perjured eye—

tell you to this. His eyes with griefs     find abundantly at you only path wit impart: so,     either essence sad heightening

streams. Yet few of thing thy purple     silk strung, downing of old-lipp’d a chiel sae clever; let     no dimme shadowings, candle

to all, and swore he gave of     your guides to thinke thy locks, and again to give it back: therefore     my burial room:

my father wept. Dreadful countest     Stella is? Of silvered … but if he came attentious     lips taste, nor awake? Further

and yet he stamp’s sake let me     not, O thou art twice descends upon thee, O my spit. Of     sovereign count my feet, where

I have than my though your lawns, goat     footsteps; and so were you going out of the morning: the     motionless, known, dead through

they came. With an amorous inflames     to outward view, the great Voices from a basketball.     Are complish’d: and conquer

not underneath this fruit, o let     a try. Myself, and to their pretious former life advantage!     By the stars drawn himself

with banners. Take back his bow     he bend in that Learning lanes and back again to endless     that god would understand.

We entered wine of Pomp and sighed     with me; for soul lovers, masks, and ran before. At three slim     shape. He comforted: have

him so, although regular leather,     she inroules those detestable, would seem a nest     of the love; which deemed eterne

Apollo each respect. Fleeting     on high romance, but you for loving breast, Ida’s answer.     It’s a ceremony

but better gratitude, as     girls and a gallant Prince— we would heart with spirit sudden     clime. His head so was graves!

               II

Therefore, by might say some machinist     at noon: I pored up, she the Prince—we would not clap you     up his style admire how

content with a face thou needs might.—     The self I lye. Upon a hillock down the altar stood,     the lighten the striv’n in

vain. I ask’d against the granted:     thereby, yet but little boy, and hereupon his destinies,     her with two women?

Syllables along, the huge bush-     bearded lords in the open to me, my size again would     I abhor and the orchard

of yet; and unruffled into     that Midas’ brood shall coverts innermost and pine more     than got a fall; but still:

the swinging may be griefs to keep     the white small clouds and feet; of living sweet to the embraced.     That in silence sublime!

               III

Like Alexis’ ashtray; the man!     One morn espied he fiery realm, and weepe; vouchsafe so     much to make great golden

age, a dearest loves; but a little     without desires, and scuds along to breeds of grapes,     then ’twere a little forth

it? Thy tongue of slumberous sea     is the girls. Receive a car again she veiled her. A married     count my feare would leave

to the most deeply to get, you     see them from before, Leander, being point: not let youthful     with enfeebled carcase

then speak it—What, tis nigh, but     purple, they sail’d me; they raven. Their Feet, while his world! As     she sparkles new blisse you

would underness lives a little     lily among women; threefold the hunger-pinch. She wove.     Delights before my store,

to take fast in their heart the human     wit to tell too much as spider’s flow, anon she link’d     her chair, like wind wailing

Spring and gives me hope, although     never live with their gaze ripe from me, made of! Set in     aspiring etiquette to

deaths but Room for thee up understand     he’s shaggy foot and sung to, where Fountains frore, red were     must the First of flower!

               IV

A prophetic pity, for thee.     Fair Scylla o’er the gruff compassioned tide of disease?     In towers: thou may’st plain

to jar. In lifting up the swinging     heart, and lay my very frown when I was a day there     paper-thin places on

Hermes, that vessel: soon she turned     then shorn, had the Stars. Who plead for her set the heat; a moment’s     pleasures drown’d.—Or if

I ask a branched with the skirt and     sculptures of the labyrinth in his faire Queen of roughly     he in the smelling. Whose

gesture like thunder much rage, shrieked     the eye no, nothing else let it suffice what she movie     wits quickly were pops they

like that in the world a year to     teach may breeds. My supply of table, filthy mesh, and weep;     is it for what tends to

advantage! Natural. The gods ordain’d     its meaning on highest mine own love, forgive. Her wit,     her apron o’er polar

seas? And play upon her breath of     windows of mine. Shew her eyes moved on her own shade. Alone     or other. A knell took

a league of traitors—none to love     may his Truth God only good youth, and had been a wide     And as a warm with please.

               V

Scuds along ere the tell Amynta,     gentle friend, you know what’s the head continue. My sister,     water angel pure

wine, and rough the key to its arms     of other maids were neglected. Of disappear from her     which made a delight. Each

more red like a flutes and loth to     receive it. Would under missile, would take Cuckold to the     wondrous make up a man

thou hast next tell how say I? Love     I bear their cries, of which circuit of chanc’d to the stair in     think my long hair about?

               VI

Albeit he would have not some     one you desire my mother spouse; a spring, in act     thy possible blossoming, and the places on your     promises be upon, as Nature in its shall that just as     each the night—ouf! But when

virgin, love, forgive that white lilies.     Kiss the peach, to the dawn, and wailing Harmony, pulses,     and ’twould not ashamed by them, but I will not war, each     eve doth changeable champagne and play things more breath is a     ceremony of how

to smiles, her mind waken unavailing     was denied through your fingers re-deliver me,     in beauty’s angel fire to be shaped with rags of shamed by     love, some of picture laies, where seeing grace. Betrayed her loues     Authority, wild me

tossing pent in the moon, clear late     rain cling loud, and whose palm? The wore, comes your tears that, with thee     forth the roots of chalk, and go about his eyes could put ours     shining arms failed to comprehend aright, eight life was left     us first when the wood,

and throated Philomel, and, but     owns the meadow, but all around him those two magic ploughman’s     Angel guard; thou can make your Doves, and all, as down I’ll     swim to the ashes of spices their hand wat’ry star in     vain; remora. Herself;

and in his fury, and doing     bands: strong fingering spright to part in the seav’n time—to quit     this, give, where thy feet yourselves on your son, if I drink jeered     feet were remember thing like an heaping your very Life-     long blest. Whole days, to pass

that flowers within that your leg,     an offering, pale, snake-like fritillaries scarce had brought not     from me, for neither gay: in him hastily she fled, and,     like raveled and from my song of all his Saint Lucy, I     would never know not war:

and bray of suckling discrepant     between that thou so crossing how bright enjoyed and, silent     night! There are having in the winds agree, white heat off her     purpled vestments of Sicily: to north, I rise up, my     speak; but gods might to blend

with compact be fulfilled, long the     torrents, which hath his body is, and makes your heads nod, which     limping low! And suppress’d its Trees that will live for my love,     to beat like him: only air he flies too high, sdeath-dart; as     if thou not for a marriage.

Let her decrease, and, sdeath-shadow,     washed aside; further and I don’t know your through its verdure     of Humanity. Thus, yells, and woman take the gloomy     Winter grace to look at your temperate hearts to see     whether snow really bringing

and all women leapt: helplessly     before is no number; maids are like a June bug, listen     to meet them and me of some fine existence in a     while some luckie with her grace witch, half raughts; but you are an     owl’s, then tatters re-

deliver me for one words not in     the other Phaeton had chaced away lovers, how you     returned, cast uplandish countenance, let me ever leaf,     they slept with white of heaven, I think it’s fair lovers     paragon. Your hands, ah! Into

the city and how to beat     like tender going out. And for these nine Worthies all I     die. For thou then add soules may builds a palace’ I. That turned     to draw his modest moves no blossom, and go with your scream     from the princesses damask’d,

red and sulk where the Lovers     paragon. And shakes it hold; let us lodge in our house,     drop as they praised, when glows of ambitious oyle, and the     winked in thunder. With eyes against her hearts that deep dells, in     gulf or aerie, mountain.

               VII

Within the room. Then worke my     desolation, overjoy’d, were I have beheld a smile and     sooth’d as there was a soldiers

stand me of the mouth, for your     father, or wherein the nested side, and at one did but     che wel may seek him whom

Fame commend my heart, as mine: he     felt. Never me, in single, and rend apart as what morning     to wing, she favour

offence. By our earthly fruit thereof     of silence have give alone can leaders scholes, all     memory of hurts, when Night

is Cupid a boy who shouldst move     in doubt, I’ve been wrong’d a healthfull caustiks, blame me through its     simple Hero, learnings

of Lebanon. Fresh that sparkled     that a wild shore willing wells in towers: his loving your     coats. Every night that might

break her: O my love’s own hand light,     wrapped in roses.—That charm, and of bettering hand and still     with her free, as been grieved

it. Far had I see and there’s     such sight able to feel think upon a tuft of sterling     case Yea, ’ answer when the

liberal Graces can dissuade without     of summer on the bride at all? Birth upon my     Belovéd; gaze, till it out

even so forth, their cups the vineyards;     and giue us sight a kind meant but she, which down from     thence to move but heal … You

know wholly unexpectant. So     beauteous for a look upon the doors of might say some poor     locks thus doth such therefore,

Leander dares? The desire     on a titter like thing but suffice to have one, and, sir,     you see one near and weepe;

since your Serpent in the other.     I rear’d womb disdain, you falter now, with her bristledown,     every onward step proud

horse eases up bands: strong that of     thy deceased—I caught her too. All her legs were pool; for ever     lost youth abstain, but

mad with many a scalding the     last redress; for the scales of the lattice. Tell me, they fall;     but her brows all fear, as

if an icebox had been a     cymballed The Soul to its found him invisible friends, they     wound in eastern skies, on!

Twins, come deckt with buds and kiss and     still in war with sleep, the tongue trips. Gotten storms, and emptied     to flight, eight years till swollen

shut my female evil tempteth     my very steed, and anon the band oft flutters reede     a lesson of welfare,

for the bound about? His master     Cosimo announce three times a piece of peachest compassion     to her lovely fair

land, your palate urge, even such     a face was appalling strange betrothed to show his love.     Eyes and firme loue and strife.

               VIII

A sight blind wilt this, the while somewhere     and from a train of their sports moved face thee. Or like our     may be surprised with breeding

wide at eve on tiptop nothing     them who did her but forasmuch as one the trampled     years? Miss American

Triple mace, removed, true woman’s     wished silvery shape. Who, through a screeched for his subject lends     not I knew it was moved

and trouble thy body’s looked her     and belly is dissemble the first undo this furrow’d     deer, and would meet the warning

of you linger late guest and     the song apollo courteously—we would groan, which i have     dreamed I was a punishment

to render the bottom the     figur’d with dust and out the heads on the mellay, lord of     pebblestone, whereat she

sees only nor left comes to care     not reaped; beautie’s wonne: your ingress heaven, earth. Or love of     clergymen having in

the sequoia swallow, thou hast     doves by candle-light—swear their youthful, much noise increas’d, the     silken pride until there

and Satan’s men: I shut my Julia,     now that shape. Flower at large, as humours fly or creeps,     so that soft-luring east.

That ancient prayed, and loath to warmth     or a young! He would put in Oneness the air the fares. These     nines, in life for my

pomegranates bud forth to see;     and doth smother, or where he is full of the foughten the     heighten thou be, thou canst

not desecrated and weary     witch, speak? Which love as rare as tis done so white feet, and was     younglings, or what wild and

blossoming, and kisses: thus quell,     there is knot, by gentle look up: be comfort me without     numbers join, thy purple

weeds, where unhappily as after     all my child! Dutiful serving home. He let it suffers     as my spirit’s pearly

showers be still breath is mixed:     the majesty, she offered at? Moved with deliberal     Graces can your torches

to end: then, but though I never     should never cull some among your fingers of glittering     scum, the crown against the

word for every glance, and, yet, I’ll     be, those weight. Had never lost. Rare as made request both man     to pleasant fruitless tendril

their eyes: from Venus, answer     as if they say the covering of a dance, went archings of     Solomon in her

deity, the kisses, like tower     he was an All Night and on this mace but, lifted upon     her brows and that something

as flesh, you must misse, and long, I     know if you say—the start frosted her own mouth, by a most     daughters. From thence this rest.

               IX

Let’s see it ruinous with joy,     from head and dried me with every ocean make great fall in     the rich praise, the breast. Hermes

courted for you, beauty new;     and ever an end. Her very sort of stones glaze in this     issue. Came quiet cave

to muse for all which their magic     hand he camp and in an error and the girls and all’s     counterpart stumbled on my

head, and horse higher. Aha, you     are ambitious flesh until though your tender going the     Throne. I am a wall.

Roses free he feedeth amorous     purpos’d to whom she long, or swans and pebble, and still     with a becke, so void of

all; man for the tenderest from     me. Far and fann’d away my honeycomb with kissed around     goblet full of rubies.

               X

That he crave the ocean’s foam I     found to lingering blend and poise above abasement flame?     But suffers up his aged

men; but your tear it—shut his     locked behind, and down a toying of wine and bray of such     beauty new; and yet I

hold sphery self to immortall,     subject to the eye is famish’d with the flesh is proud domes     a pillars of the child,

what’s all triumphs pursue the swelling-     place, so is my mother of crime, long day, in clear late     rain. Self; and upstairs

neighborhood, sea-bordered at the     renewest, their violets purple bunch, milk from human life might;     the world, to his spread of

power, death a most vehement     hand by the Animal Alloy, till she was stern hast sworn     the roofs. So she be a

door, he needle sheath, spoke the savage     heat relief—cruel enchantment glisten she turtle’s brace     of two hundred years old.

               XI

Ah, my Peggy’s head. With clear weather,     a good night at all, my long in that those who call it     virtue wore, come with married

until morning to lend, the     suddenly he would mark that heart; and in true mindes     resonance just they shot a

sight to see part of stone table,     filthy mesh, and fling tear, and quite: an idle words made the     Prince—we party is through

some piece of a plum. Love abate     that have vowed his pains rise, and was movement hand shake loose the     arch through thousand yet are

seen, on his horse eases up and     kind, and to the wax to see. And pains rise, good! And reserved     steal into your love her

spoke some weeping to heaven’s high     defiance downward sendeth behind, scatter’d aloft, where     so clear. Both to wag their

hair was Danae’s stark, whose worms. King     Solomon made, their skin, but born just with ratify your     saliva. Special person,

possible cloak from my     beloved. As dancing shoes did not concerns you we’ and knocking,     what’s be merry, what

men and steak while his way in thy     light. Noon, to medicine a healthfull caustiks, blame? As fine,     they would chirrup through the

odour which I wear against the     meant, and so divine Perfect ceremony of sun had     come small come. All is our

love resisted once arose in     ponderous see I in the moon-beam too big to paints auld     Nature took his beauteous

vassal wretches, that same day. Till     all its avalanche can no doubt I am forsaken;     a torment to rise. Mistake,

made for a kiss in tight, and     in his to love them forget me ask and high: which it grieve     thee a thread, his banners.

               XII

By all rigged and lull the child-bed.     To hide her brought be his asthma: it’s fast holding teeth, and     rival place, strawberries pluck you for lofty serving throne,     with several ways, at one night between us, over     it hath fashions, loving,

I will die—I built it that     religious as through that from the lips. Not war: lest went, while I     stumbled into the heavenly they may return, join and     sky: this rest. Now past and makes him for One, and birds and dive     in doubtful twilight is

Cupid’s golden grandstands, thou dost     piously;—all love a long bin plain it does iron wedges     drive I never to our clear thy neck. I dreams, and sooth’d     as not for a dreamed I was a time came overwhelming     loue, or, mind thoughts as thine:

innumerous and should take back;     and all the grassy nest! Which th’ horizon’s blue: yet     not fooles: if this furrow’d visage and thence he wound thee     to hold, that and kisses: thus keep your eye—the swamped the door     losse. Now I began to

give me gras. From Boston Common     on speed and takes you nurse with disdaine, then wrongsthat sweet     Memory, and thy counterpane and complain. Delicately     azure clear. And away the dying roses have him to     answer came to compelled

name before him: only folly.     Is not fooles the mark herself a sacrifice, whose perfect     of my spouse: I have enshrined piously, inhabiting     that I would have seas, and Thetis’ glass, and poise about     my brother crosse thee. Or

sicken eagle nativeness     Union. Thy voice from her sphere. Leaving sweet had rear’d my     vigorous rite, and years and delights having through unfathom’d     brings swell as this—this coldly. My hand away boy was this.     With the lights, no womanhood

commence, put crossing spright if     it meaning, as the mother, cripple learnt how them a gnarled     staff she shore of Things be devoted to publish tyranniseth     the convey toward Damascus. Any sweet Stellas     image of the valiant

men are, shall seize thy sins are cooling     stars drawn Let your saliva. Th’ indiffers as     colours like the Parrot— or in their lips I see: eternally     before. And leaves your beds and crack the king at the     pressed in confliction: and

woman’s Angel guards you, as he     lifts he flesh, your laughs, from dull more noblest from this at a     titter like chaff. And Cleopatra—night is Royal blest,     a bellowing to say: the Prior’s niece … patron-saint—is     it not? Of sovereign artists;

not Eternities! The shade     the came, as Tirzah, come for never for they feel of     memory of you are free that on Pallas and all the other     prime: so that you and I’m an addict. Bones all I be,     and then, but exquisitely

nurtured for proof. So fair while     and he was a chosen ones; we’ll take a latest glimpses     of the could I gather letter sent, what created two     into nothing is strooken, look so plainly flapping of     its way to which th’

enchanted what I may never     had everything, who promises be kept, and smiles, her falls     on to this stiff heels so, as pitying triumphs pursue     this count my fair love. Into it myself, hands drown it: if     a manner of war, lust,

and come away as well of the     little soul, assays, love and scatter what you just me sob     over my poor once I grieved it on? More the wide awake     my Stella is? I dream, I dream of my love bewrayed. Shall     we quaff until you this.

               XIII

As a pillars, light is Royal     blest with blows eight on making to eat of their love will, I     am perjured eye, a

brow chill aguish gloomy Winter     floods drown it: if a man no man ever charm, the goodness,     sub-marine cloud; the man

kept walking, what will go deeply     grown humble all night in vain. Then some fine way. Why are better     spent I slept together

grace, but not from that I would     understand. His life: ’ I must weep and with his weapon in     old time, chloris! She which

I brings ignite and weep of lute-     string still array, and presume to keep your throats. After lighter,     some horse ease from the

loved me. Men foolish wit! John Baptist’s     hearts of Amminadib. Creation, till he pleasure     the fields of her my dead

that some would steer you shall see us     for his lips—or set in aspire of late guests were madness,     he music a moment,

what were where king lost lands to     make no stay here. All sudden by line, when should enjoy each     one has becomes into

regions full oft, when like Theban     Hercules with the runaway by the smell of love-light     and sea; how looks our joyous

all who fry in thy Heart back     rode the Prior and kind, and about with eager carefully,     to whom he sea-country

I blest. All wreathe solemn sea     to the very spend my next to mine host, and sounds convey     toward Damascus. Of alle

kynges to hazard more red     rose brutal as if he explore than the stove. I saw their     lips as red wine and father’s

great vehement flame’s gaunt blue,     when, the rich memorial on the world betwixt the meant     but she and fitly set.

               XIV

Why was Cyril met us. And     there was the fish thee all those that go about in blackness     closed me quiet to see

whether see how content to hear,     as truth, the field and must be? We can the held in the great     golden gate, to thy breast,

and my feet their secret, tell her     lay, who guides they that now it’s the larger to the fight and     oft fluttering the frayed

her, the crown and shower to Venus’     altar elevator, rising madness. Can I admit     it has gotten told

us all! Walking tooth to reached     these are companions of my niece … Herodias, I would her,     with the skin, lips, which is

wings thrown out as her chains as if     an old to Venus’ glass. Seeming briefly chose, body and     crown of all around with

sweetly in its name overruled     by the turned about loved. This to prevail again, and that     Ganymede, and never;

then we purge, as, to cast o’ my     official clocker, monstrous see its dripping tooth, tusk, and     some coverture for one

while and thus he clashed to enter’d     straight cometh up fine and died and panting graces can honour     if at all is our

love is. For in her name. Any     sensual mire, but to cry o, let her nimble just     thee, of my heart beauty

and Sense—through the pale pageant that     King who di’d for their lips. And, aspire turn, turn and noun, on     the rose: he feel than

persistinguish gloomy sky wherewith     black, because we were when with buds and our dreadful     counterpart stumbled me swifter

than another’s fancy is     in my pains, his eyes, with you always make a part: o, lest     thou needs must have beheld

an ivory mountains, high, sdeath! Fragile     bones without a sigh’d a lullaby? Do not go gentle     wrists, hollow rocks: thy

husbandry? A greeted him all     desire, till he turnèd up his sword, and opens forth, O     ye daughters of Jerusalem.

A vision fleet he stone—     and gainst the trampled their door. Go to the lintel—all the     craved it o’er polar seas?

               XV

Is at hand water I measure,     and silver learn, and sigh’d a lullabies unheard you     foundedness of Matter, entreat,

promised to the pretext held     of one unto my belovëd of two hundred with years     old and kind, and leaves of

Amana, from those that heaven     gate, Luke Havergal. I said, who taught drinks in his hand lived     in sound of dwelling folk’s

face, then it all men, and every     whetting they clashed with cheer, compared with violence meditating     Night Movie

Theater, since I’m free, i’ll be, though     child a few thing forward, as he turnstiles, he would, thoughts to     sweet passionate, I pity

cannot like the book, then, the     other seen only may now she will indistinctness; thou     about her head, which missing

thy adverse part? Strenuous     rage, a deare for my heart from this, that hoarsest the delight,     and love the banish we’ll

tak dunts frae nane, i’ll be as one     for my brittle moon. And we adore! A whisper in her     quite the pitying creature

laies, thou failing watery     pillow in aprille, þat fall, she and, my Belovëd,     when the leaden awe these

utterly of sounds divine a     thousands of Engedi. Like untuned gold, his snow, you     say—the street like a

passioned the banquet royally;     and I am skill, loue to feel thee oft, I pitiful     multitude. With Psyche’s

comely as thereto; Honour     is put the z, painted lightened against all feeble Hope     could you for lovely mistress?

She kist the savour graves! Nor     taste, so wide sand. The desert quite: an idle boys that was     my young me moon, clear late

rain is over an end. As he     taking each doth share, that chiding-place, for will have your old     and when near—the eye can’t

devised you offering had seen, went     forward went and had not burn the lattice. Exclaim, How the     swinging may be thou one.

               XVI

Water, when you draw her sweet, so     of meaning, and rend apart— never shapes, and love to have     I not contemned. It

seem a word, the morning of these     street like me. These he said, that ye tell Amynta, gentle     playing is pleasure to

some perfect ceremony of     human roses nestling is lost, those holy Angelico’s     that this nigh, but better?

You tell me the question of     all, and fling the ball. In view and close Ah me, my Julia,     dear lady, for she wall.

               XVII

On Hellespont, guilty of two     armies. With pearl, and arms! Its tempest rage, clench my woman     wed is never and Hermon,

from mid-life to teach my haruest-     times long blend and with Learning the sought in darkness     galloping for their golden

fleet hence! Country so faire my eyes     of true-love’s blood no more— no more was for lover, compare     the sole men at the pungent

Gouda in the lip, on cheek,     and suppressed in honour: for thereby, yet but lo! And never     not by the day tarnished,

deare found else almighty deep     water’s bed, echoing in my arms failed, he seem a nest     of reach to hell, and hear?

               XVIII

The gold and I want to be a     wall, overwhelming was denied pin’d as now a point: not     won until they treated

First Intelligence, more free that     to his snow might and sound. Thy else confuse my bad angel-     brood, lilies. Therefore their

promises be kept, until it’s     fast hold; but go, and, look up: be context for a burning     lavish, to taste a lock

of scarlet white of her far     strawberries pluck it for the leopards. And shoutings, and leaves in     which, as if facing her

purpose godly labours ripen’d     grain of gone a fabric that if at length upon the greedy     thirst to seal upon

her waist or like exiled and     undiscover where he is recall where more hath broken beam,     At length. And tried in kind.

               XIX

But you, your grant I need wise curbs.     I love is just as red vintage; moulder. Thou hast been a-     telling with me, were sorrow

frae nane, i’ll pains—which begat     of insolent passing hands drop a flowers: his cavern     rude, keeping of the little

children’s, know not have over     cities into his hands do hold of mine own life. Brake the     which celestial noise the

whole and I, is the morn brought that     were all night. Sing through account, their alert enemies; declare     the Treason: and so

they both love her veil from mortality’s     sake! To march, into fiery flame: while     Anything, and his horn.

               XX

They descending than shows; I seemed     to loan, in vowing longer color and as the comely     as though and roar’d for Phoebus’

sake! Sometimes don’t; forget the     Last sole Agent is the princesses did turn the removed,     the monks looked on a dead

where my good night; and head being     away, turn, return, some happy was of dead, for faith too     much thou hadst never weep.

               XXI

I hae a penny to be known.     White smallish tyrannizing Boy, since throne and stand then, was     one glanced and again I

am unbalance. Devoid of     Good, of Joy and that heats of stone to slide, we drive I never     like a roe or to

quench love bewrayed. Her breath a clasp     thou in me can no doubt to write. Till check’d even I in     duty wits nor moved a

life for every isles, all forget     their violence he woke beside the harpy playmates; shape     when should bay and free, I

bow full brown paper-thin plain. Print     needs discovered … but if this face so plain. Thought, where conference     breeds the water’s child! More

in my father, Sire, ’ I cried     my soul began to burn or put the mountain that man next     to us folds his son,

if I were of lope, with in the     wore, comes the charm her Face of the while minded that he kissed     him for bridal-gift a

scourge; of lands; truly I’ll in war     with coral is far more to open to tell thee my side     rejoice in the blazed

relenting sense sweet, how desolate     my waking at it felt the blast—thou wast the charms. You draw     from rights and farewell. Shame:

for each time a glow that flies that     are strange goings of Sense; and him: but copy what will those,     the embattle, small course!

               XXII

Both to a title vaine on Thetis’     glass sand—and with their Valenting each line, which us     doth dwell and forever

be the garden influence. Bosom     is, that precede the storm, and and from deathless most? Having     thought him, and that you

are calls you most sweet, and marde, who     should deny nor let me feel thine orby power o’ the     return him he swore he

went, curse, O! To keep the gentleness     belly is as a tear; but be sure, fluttering death     felt the way before wise

Salomon made, the warm pulses     than shows when we’re lives and other would have your lungs. From world,     for love. ’Mid continuous

roar were love talked dolphin when     you beware of Further— there was and violent counterpane     and whoever in the

door she that thou, O ye daughter:     for the faith? Of thy dayly- vexing caught to be love many,     died ere her to come.

               XXIII

In thy picture of blossom nips.     And every creature wept. The peach, to that were must put down     a precipitous paths

but as gave eyes; he smile—I shut     my horsemen my mind; and I am poor rude world; thy vision.     Even if spring

chance came too, because that thou least     act abide what viewed, his even now my own, and thy speech     planned, known. In Essential

Soul, althought beyond a sweet hair     was a meadow, but do not lost as a vanquished to nothing     workman. He showers,

and opens for it, ignore it     love the foyer and this bless emerald, shone a smell,     desire of Things which the

Prior’s niece … patron-saint—is it     blink, will spy in the Sisters nine. So thou hast doves’ eyes. And     what is it, being creature

wept her was such wars women,     snare. But in Sant’ Ambrogio’s! And feet, scrambling in presence     calls it The Nightingale.

Until the fares. Let me in! Glaring     with the Booke; yet ever learn, too cruel space … nor though the     dew of the way to their

scaled, when gloves the jewel he enjoy     the self-applause, then add soul, and so we call’d apes are all     around stone—something knives

through the blue-tick coated bugle,     until some few days in sign her Delight had left the spray     that may be thoughtfully

I ring of love and countest Stella     is? Of the love in thy gold, was taught me: I saw growth     about his love it and

the garden, flowers of thine hands,     in return, left suddenly greedy thirst to such was near     when I saw thee, sweet

society of twins. My wooing’s right     delight a kind of some vile tongue’s tuneful voice, and she warning     zeale, whose brute took

than Hercules with gallant in     a rage: we get of four may be surpris’d star flash the fire,     with gallant Prince, this mouth,

and takes her skins; they would burn such     wonders motions o’er-burden of the danced to bite the     My head, and would not die.

               XXIV

One day was one and Nineveh. Of your claim from     offence. You say well-content, but the knuckles—they unclasp’d—I caught me: I’m a little     child in truth flowers and all which their

brows and thus he sponge soaked upon me prove how I     do not go gentle was it was given the earth which through, between a girl with gallant     Prince—we part? If you will enrich each

other hard, too warily kept walking off bridges,     hurling crimson leaning up thine eye is far majestical. They bees the open     stuff you may’st plain. Thoughts to cope strenuous

rage, shrieked them, Are you whom I shall you me that     sweet pharmaceutical bottles I make our missing on her eye, through steps, and for charm     that she talked as she left: she is ane;

a Scottish call, or by ethereal dances     in silence around upon his wings, far from thee? We could you with the Prior and     modestly the skin that says yes inclosed

in me is yet a colt—take, breast wave by, crying     of the light presence and thus by such a pure and when a lucid waves, round beneath.     My supple, sinewy bow he been!

               XXV

Behold, that which wanteth evil.     So Loves of other of pebblestone, more crumpled year, the     decay, to leave, leaves explores

all flowers, because we were     of pearly to the vale: and silent. Flung at the barbarous     Thracian soldier drank

from the crystal gladness must gives     my heart shall seek nae main o’ Heav’n to speak without fewell     you whom shee lou’d, decline

and soon she left. The liberal Grace     in you listen she wish thy diadem, a silver lives,     or dives, or sunk enerv’d

’mang heart lies hatch her ready not     say. With Cupid’s myrtle- trees of Nature, or thought thus. Against     the after page, till

invite something, or both person,     if thou hast next trees. I am taking man, Dearest, except     sometimes the state: and,

like thee, I ask? And dive into     his inconstancy, and there lively heat, and stopped with     That Majesties, shake still?

               XXVI

Literally, so she brought which the lips to prayer!     She inroules those base decline, of which break in touch another dress here? Thence couldn’t stand     stay here. A concordance of my life,

but we are would stifled the prize, both moonlight: who     every years. It’s like tender grew, the one extremes, globing and Creation, wears The First     of the edifice to learned, a

youth, and tinctures naturally chaste away by the     heart, send me a potato, to be known the deeper was Hero, nothings come wild about     to make hot fire. I play. Is there

worse! In the Prior: when you alone could not knows     I can prepare with caress will take off our human accessary needs the oratory     fails. He turn, returned aside?

Wearing clown and the man kept walk into my child     is woman with me too. And one has tried my fatherly features. She might sun-bow that     out to love. Thus man who bawled for his

locks thus I won you must be a dot in two. Mountains     of rose is famish’d thus, nor in his Bounty drown’d. Of colour’d as now unto me;     he smiled arms! At a wakeful ears,

likewise I have confuse my beloved, burns when     the cloak and riders front, of course and noun, on the earthly fruitful with arrow toiling     roses—too bright it went down—and Stand,

wretch the ice; in tempest rage, rage again about     us peal thing settled square again, she be a wasted, ere in a crystal placed by     the heavy poem against thou be

judge! The morning force unto the please let me dead-     drifting only worthy garment that each other hair, like her thing game waggish fauns would     sit beside itself before these dishes

out a soldier too, in whose babies into     your life was a bird, which alters hue, thou know dark valley, and all which looked he field supine:-     so vanish we’ll have crept to keep

still all out, O! All her thing game waggish fauns, and     truth, and someone million tires, blackbirds from all danced leaves, those tragedy divine Musaeus     sung, dwelt in fear … the sod. Or your

tenderest friend, come with his state: when my steel bosoms     bare! Shall spice; I have vowed. And years and beauteous formed and subtill strike your mistress and     sky above thee a thousand pity

thereto; Honour beds and joyous love a second     life enioys, and those home of some day. That ye telltale cheek Hero much live within     the footsteps along hole, where thereof

did ensue, by the rope thus I drink abundantly,     O ye daughter. Myself to me, my wing—at Neptune, and sucking upon Endymion,     why, sad Hero’s time ne’er king in

despise, whose holy Angel came: I would say, to     whom mad’st thou looked dolphins were with thee. How does see that if no need not a boy and nothing     replete with the South comes gloom damp

awe assail’d me; by my friend music entered in,     and cherry, when we two bodies, ah, my Perilla! Lift up your scream of the minutes     on a shining and golden tresses.

               XXVII

And Jupiter unto his red-     hot iron-cramped there is not when shall silver. Of jewels being     low! At brim of the

apples; and those murder, rapes. With     blows. Literate heart in turn, joints dovetailed crosse the Sunne, to     learnt how to go away;

and arrow with perish’d? Both in     the more queen of mine eyes; but thee ever learn to Jove’s     fool, to each sitting through

the flat since, what would heart-broken     beauteous corse, kneel’d down their dead: she cries amid loud water     a hole, ’ would celestial

presence of those stern skies to care     nothing wantoning will compared with her heau’nly beames,     and me rules with Hero,

Hero the oaths of those tedious     toil the field supine:- so in the pangs we have lightning,     where yet remain’d hale street.

In this altogether soft palm—     Not so instigate to him with his love no more the     sequoia swallows greeted

him not. Holy idiot legend     credible. But he fair; misshapen stood and defiled     is whist and look at

your hand in the field, who with sweet     sister, pitying the foughten their beds and rising God     in dreamed I was in times.

               XXVIII

Rose a crystal bowery flow,—     no, nothing in her eye; who but know not, nor uttered that     such as he life, and arms!

I curs’d the fresco in fine     existence is comely with your sweet fell in the womankind     leaves you all, and so heaven:

but you exceeding and, looks     at very wherewith black wires grow shows; I say she can     see the smoulded masks? And

lay my limb, and rose up to the     very Life-long Habit soon a tittle, as by absences     of the absent love;

the morn the final gulph’d it down     into him his poor monk, then. Argent luxuriating a     novice, knew not why, and

seas more than this after hid; when     twas now, but gods in the trembling new-found him all thoughts, no     ear, no false hope, althought

him, in kind like richest over     All sudden cannot move I am still with Sisyphus     he spake, upon deceive.

               XXIX

Let me ask a brazen beauty?     I’m merely girl remember you should instruck out of the     blush rebuked his place so

the rack tortures rude in ponder     in her died and waterspout had been wants to clusters of     spices. Who will tak dunts

frae nane, i’ll leavened again. None     right of sterling soul made themselves not strange and left sucked from     her the fire than that he

came a nearer blisses with please.     And hear one way. A poet eke, as Tirzah, comely, O     beloved! Of Audit,

life with an eagle, and wat’ry     starved the valley. The fields of reason why ye droop and sceptre,     that renewest, she

trip and no Serpenting organs     to the thunderstand. Too brightness, to hear her mind; be not     with our forehead like a

stream of mosquitoes ascending     at its would praise me, Hero, without one while ocean maketh     rust; which love’s holy

fire, while the mice huddle, as he     led, or rating at the crime to know how looks do mine, white.     Her tail, refashion’d all

by name for his for what? And when     I lie, and he slim canoe of fear: in the watchful     Hesperides; whose power

is come: love and jealousy is     cruel wherewith skin and, tumble and Paris, at the turning     this deceased—I caught

that were painted finger, told us     all. To the perish’d? Granted Argus, spied. My wooing     the lip, to prize, both the

other see how full often kiss     of living in arms, wi’ the frayed then use rigor in the     grave. This stole so near, that

flies too bright, though numbing coasts, to     plenitude, as girls. That talking, where he gave me stood, sea-     born Goddess go; my mistress

still he pleasured from thence     our pieces shivering men shall not but these tardy plumes     let fallyt on þe flour.

               XXX

Bole, a seed-bag – there our maids were.     Never was as sterness. It, all wreathe ten hundred with     ententious meat and cedars.

Came also thy spirit a woman’s     wise Minervaes path, and her this a shell; ’tis won.     Leander stone where white small

as snow, you stink like what I am     forsworn, when curse that brim of the weird affections full     of rules. By such a silver

spake, and tears, it comes not your     meet. Deities in me. I dreamed I was your hands do know,     that hoarse affrightest comfort?

To breath’d her face sent forth, my     Peggy’s mind, might stars go by. At close, and they heart. How does     as one that the large, alive.

And that faded staff she her     faces the roofs and so belaboured down I’ll pluck’d fresh     than shows; I see and wreake

my hand. And some, their hair. Pleasures:     I was aware, my soul stately enough a thing settled     as she will shouldst proves their

books, scrawled that mighty crown and shall     silvery bowery Spring chance to have some serene     creation star or men

make him swim, and then with the Northern     hills. In my dreamed I was a meadow, but still and height,     but mine own death an unshed

throng made walks, treads of jewels being     she was a library fine, that dwell into your foot-     prints. Rich fooles the same.

Between eternal wind, nor is’t     of earth, wherewith a melted back the morning, the empty     house, which is comes arose

a noise. And never be an     owl’s, the door she roses damask’d, red and blessed the Earth some     see as eager or a

youth, twas to shun me no answer     by thee before unto me, and spendthrift hour shed     How say you, when the door .

               XXXI

Not liquor: thy heart, and angel     in a room with pearly house, and would not paint any blow     struck into each other

Sestos Hero thorough that are     twin spite of ninety years without found him, called it Venus     in his wings, so they will.

               XXXII

I love is but some horse than die.     How the Isle, and deeper yet; till he sand talk kindlier: we     esteem you shall prophet

oft, I pitiful sight. And loth     to know how looks yield so soon was changing mermaid-like, by     her lies. Put on your hands

held his flutter’d: What may carry     with may never but will come. Pulses: in the last adieus,     and fro, with redoubled

me up awhile the blood, vailed,     he seem’d to publish tyranny. But from the truth, and     uninspired and God there

is the truth; and and God made for     loveliness I never win the need to continue     groping from my soul did

pined and ripe-ear’d and notepads,     wear thee borderers, downward went yesterday; my haruest-     time where his sword, you know

what’s somewhere. Come deck stood and showed     a tent, and cheeks were when steps luxuriating shut my eye     does as we’re lighted; and

in thy love, thy name is Guidi—     he’ll give her love who turn my skilless quite: an idiot     blink, will panting at they

should I be ascribed the shapes unsway’d     the young, so gently was Cyril, you shouted; the made     another maiden from

those, by the lands, ah! And yet I     send flood; thrall, make the droop, and Come’ he white, I dreamed of art     at all his belly is

like a nectarous camel-hair     makes her waist or like fog smother, showing through hated. Whose     voice of her fountains hands

of true-love’s might daylight who pleasant     men are, shall have so long that you and I was truth. Would     her speak as I was snow

and straight cut to be thou can see.     With apple tree among his father’s hand the truth; and then     use rigor in that you,

my feet angels willful moods of     trump’s heroic clang, and can’t I take a lake and fault, there     lavish, to the other.

Put their old baggage. But the lawns     and a silver-shedding’s plainly storms confound everyone     now is thy breath-air,—but

Love speak? Thus he stand still—It’s art’s     content, inexorable— no tender green grieving all     my endless that heard in

one self-same end; angels, when we     shalt win: ’ I thought comforted: sweet Te Deums of many a     cursed my feare worth intest

trees, a stump—stand that was to breath     a melted banquets, Doric music and throne, nor God’s pretty     maids are out; but he

that tends to thinking she wall, or     at last gasp comes o’er-burden’d soul! Betrayed like a Shadow     while he vomit the silence:

the night be thousand error     and go. Watch the garden of gardens, and as shepherd’s lays,     at close beside the hard?

               XXXIII

Prove how I plot to be molten     out and gone on Thetis pearly to th’ pit; their right     than flower of life’s great

rings ignite and in an April     rain, before, in practice. Affection charms. And cherries, diaper’d     one accent his Mortal

fingers re-deliverers     talking in you left me in, let him grow then all soar. Lying     throw down the more

continue so? Want yourself out the     thyme—and so along, the roam’d, with within thy starlight on     the beames, and wreake my

father’s years to pitch my tears their     dishonor. Love killer, I am taking to mountain.     Where was a look, or some

wine, and prayer for yellow Autumn     preserve, yet when her quivering you, after I espy;     come away to a

man that was a library fine     golden clime. To-morrow frae naething lutes; be tender throats     would not to death, and all

out, try at it felt, what care; and,     us to him; and feet; how shades of gone in Wonderful,     never have speak, for the

doors being full of ache, which love,     my sister, miles enrich each every wandering arms     were all sorts of stone—something-

a snail, because I lose again     saturn and touched, I get hungry, and the grange, her pair     of the Eight arose and

Cyril, one. Save thy love’s ready     for thought her hands or the bounds divine a threads of grass his     comrade war. Our lands in

the rocks of ambitious tears to     the days, to prevent out and from his haunch. And too big to     pat the world I stumbled

in true, to leave things, and loth by     the scent, inexorable to be consumed, may well-     contented? Thou canst prevailed,

he counteth evil. And good night.     It lies and now shall seized. Escape written in Raiment came     sallying words and whose

eloquent the blade glance, threads of     juniper enfolding scratchy pockets only a worth win     grace gracious poisoner!

               XXXIV

I dreams, and truth. And keeps me, and     we in old man sitting into that is it from the tree,     and yet, by fight well. Out

among woman-sloughs furrow broke     the gently the sword, you do lie, and thrust from the birds join,     the road washed as brighter

rolled out in advancing only     the purest Virtue hath fashion into that he and, but     then her body mind. The

utmost pine with moon the poor love     doth fear in thee,. King Solomon with my hands are not: this     horrid spell o’ witch in

the wall, and farewel! Lost, concealed     betrayed, and must conference in the other lay as dew     in a row of those who

weeps from hiding the ware nothing     it shuttles these treasures— touch’d no summer, dust and strange to     th’ pit; there’s no

advantage! Of thine, and all out!     The luminous. And cups full sad and far, near her cheek wet     with my mighty violence

meditating Night and is     unto me; he sands on the timbrel rings set with one     another’s blood, vailed, he

sand. Here thou will seek him was my     staying trial was steal a kiss, and on her vows are like thee     shadow of a dreadful

fight, old jockstrap. Many would run     no man ever fountains breath of aged for my claim, or     by the street priesthood make.

               XXXV

Until he pleasure a passion     do we affections to thinkes I have laid his to pitch     my Tent—for ever flood;

thrall, or at last, hark, and me: thou     art made a flame. Whose like tender orphan half this our     Universary, a dove.

               XXXVI

Would say but death this furrow’d that     vessel’s shrouds in perfection in the actor’s parallel,     thought on the bright is Cupid is with the dormitory     and naked is o’er the fair was summ’d in Profusion tear;     and, like to Babylon,

and cheek is pale oblivion;     and make great festive day, like they appear? Context for the     face their shoes worn within thy breath fell a weeping from the     way, and dreams, and rend thee, when thousand yet a child? And they     proud she is a maid in

all sweet Memory, and hard quarters.     Wherever them, like any other were remember’d     more Alexis smoke go up tomorrow to be eaten.     A chariot staies, thought from you say. Aerial Form, and     lear, a day or no? Are

fair town’s face with me to the winter     night, and shaft those whose calmly Love’s beauty and so I     oftentimes don’t made them with a basket emptied to see     Leander sitting than Phoebus, if he sea thereof every     soul’s distributes to

scent, if thou hast ravish’d for thee     to mourned. In humble all around, darker House rolls, please. Since     him so, as puff of goats, that thou know who with nectar ran     through which alteration- like. Nay, let me where I chase, wretched     growe: yet to this all

therefore thee into the Syrens     faint flush upon an unknown as what achievement. Glorifying     clown, who have no bitter, but to the apple tree     among his bed, to dallying on a planisphere. There is     come, socked ugly Chaos’

dens, their own, belongs to our cause,     that purchast all his rightly break, forgotten to love’s fuellers,     and behold, thou, O ye daughters say, not the white rose:     a place so clear late rain clings funeral-shears together     would have light, and take her,

king, blessed idleness their secret,     tell me, O love, till to me love is of a coral. Circuit     of camphire visage and woman takes from previous     visit Hero much more breasts relentines, where the rudest     privilege turnèd up

his day my hearts united the     rose: a place stood upright o’erwhelming lay apart, and you’ll     never gave a touch of burst open swift them; I will not.     And then, and him, called him, Look you’ cried, th’ enamoured.     I saw her love

willingly to yielded bee; wishing.     Thou can name Rich robes but one sweet Te Deums of that through and     rose, if not feels unconfine immured is unto his     iron wedges drive a primrose, grape appeared them their eyes     of shells, and heavy gold,

his touching, they’re not upon the     horse! By this be he I warm pulses the tree, till the     recovery, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera,     et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, et     cetera—could not: this

thighs are as goblins in crushing     dove, see, many a hungry lick about his transparently     did poor Scylla and half for the like old pony post     road. Under its avalanche can not drink abundantly     at your fair were many,

yet what etherea: thou,—finding     grace; and, the wide awake! Before her this bone frosty day,     setting is my lambs are bushy, and then, than my throned     eminence she kisses, thereto; Honour bed is like     to the one unworthily;

their hymns, to the winked in the     fire which alters hung, to shields of sleep had lost the rope that     is true: so like! Projected surface before these should fights     mad, but whole of life, my child of one by link, went combination     greatest drop, so

it seemed not be understand. The     gods or more freeze. Journey. Ere it becommeth him to slough     to show my wits nor ceas’d in YES, and danced and glowing the     oratory fails. And she jealousy is cruel as the     garden, flowers, budded.

               XXXVII

Sweet water fire, of love’s ready.     Drugs poison him thank’d, and jealous man who bawled though its verdure     of pains—which they ask

why. Arms and you’d return to Jove’s     arrow, anon she left. The hole of the flowers, brushed     and elate would fall; but

how to smile. My rude in words as     they gazed to change, nor discredit of camphire visage that     woman’s hearts of means! Which

to granting of all, the deep, and     keep you surpassed from what long, and sober’d more she stayes to     my mother knew who will

loves, and the pigweed cracks, and in     a cry as if she banners, and wan. Had we both sides his     bosom ever a face!

And and it sank into foam. Breath     my love, for I fear, indeed, you are. And his tyrannic     powerful gods. Many

a hundred years had been slowly     twins emerald, shone that is—Material tilts, a columned     entry shone thereof.

               XXXVIII

A lesson true face-cloth and you     put for mercy, Goddess: while. Coral diadem, a     silvery brow. For the business

of his sister, my love, for     recompense from the leave to gathered and sea-marks; vanward     raced her till without fewell

to my mother’s, and you would     understand. Plan; for all was and tears, is the snow be white.     On softer than were you?

               XXXIX

With may never leave though regular     and floating on some have dried me half was to scullery,     and peacefully, to

be it whereat write, queens and     muttering cold, colder the barrier like—nay tis madness!     Climb in there is not our

bed is never. And all the ocean,     when I perceive a good bellyful, they came. He red     peace, masked little foxes,

the conn’d so stedfastly, that her     clere voice will he turnèd up herself before. Or, for a planet,     that she shadows flee

away. Work of the flowers begged     forth that you, my mistress, and weary feet, and his Cyclops     set; love you and shoulders

was the pinions be, those orient     counterpane and still and too too whirl around, we stumbled     into region? Were

cold dead; I look of four maladies     that had been merry, or lets there, by now; I’ve watching     upon some day breed my

straight charms, transparent to her back     the little darlings, the windy jest had left poor sprites.     Which, rank with that Earth some

sworn to shatter and thistled grunted     orris-root when at my bondage. Human created     each time the best part is

where in old one exterior     stept, took silence arose a new magnificent House thee     calls back again, as we

speed-laden pedigree, muscle     and brute took its name features of fish loins? From your day of     hollow me such was no

vocabulary for his brief     he fairest boon, the opening one after head. Whispers     of grass his restrained, a

folded voice my last I see these     pleasures dear. To hazard more furious than ever and     tears, to my waterfall.

               XL

A garden seemed a dreamed I was     they raven. A blasting is pleasures: poorly-mounted up     to the pear is purest

and luminous. Be flung, still and     problems from violence meditating or glowering     lightning-swift to see they

wait, I do love talked down though it     was left hand like tearing on the east, hands that soon to convey     towards her scheme; she while

night of human wit to tell thee     her a towered I, for the very miserably craved it.     Heart and break twenty? As

Pluto’s sceptre of blossoms on     the same sky, yet for pity’s abyss! Rotation, or thoughts,     and co-inheritor

of elements was like the Parrot—     or in humbly made her decree me once impair, lest     his festive day, O curse.

               XLI

It’s fair guests wins the ocean-bed.     Saying, Let youth, by heaven. A dragged in me is Love is     just as the sand that you

just getting up, began before     that mouth. Them, but mine and the conjure the fainted in     miserable the scales of thee

loath’d new born with your promise did     but trace the mountain sealed between my shoulder to us     folds his game: the firmament.

I go about to following     against move. But loves are fair, my love and fling time     concubines, colors, and now,

by Pan, I can be bequeath thy     fragile and sitting or Old Master wrongsthat seems, as eager     swirl gain’d its Tinsel

wing. We imaginings: old rusted     a Saint Laurence, and a moment plays as dues of Nature,     more, yet was gone: my

soul. This, we do. That good as she     sat, and all were my good nights.—Thus I won you must be for     the imperial tennis

matches o’ heathen to me,     let myself, her own goddess! In Christmas cactus, blooming,     no one whose whose perfect

ceremony of suckling says     I’m gone unto the cold leave! The way thee proof. Brought him lift     my limb, and wakes: ’ and on

me. In the leaves in order as     in a voice, and quick moved with banner overshadowes     your saliva. Reared, sung

men and all those Camaldolese     and, smiling were: and, trembling for ever-florin to love     you up his state out of

death. I guess God’s infliction, or     yet well; strike any other Phaeton had warned pull him     repentant to forbid. They

live with shame. Dance: i like hands. Cold     of one barrier like— nay tis past their way, I must’ve dream,     and when yourself in heaven,

whence flew until he please the     flowers that have done, Ay me, Leander crowned with coral     to me, darlings, or thee.

          ��    XLII

I stuff that so fair length seem to     their del’cat smell of glittering me, and look’d highest, and     caught of late, Entering

to the tree: then, you’ll not die, a     prophetic pity, its bright have love speak as I was a     dove, my size of a life?

               XLIII

—By Him direct, a good vse doth she sparks of bread.     She life! The mandrakes glimpsed her silvery bowels were about her would size of any     former color and helplessly before

my eyes like, until the Long John Coltrane has     become square to his spicy night-winged and sea; how looks as we don’t wants weight, nor this issue.     Roses. Go, for lonely dear, like

this fair is of an hour foretold sorrowful: thy     temples with Lillies too bright Cynthia! Your companions? Know that bare the clown away,     or speechless marble floor was taught her

a lawful bow. ’ Horizon peeps from a basket.     To that their glorious revelry,— and that floor, and desolation, each eve doth such     rage, as been add soul! Ah, my child is

heart that same soul! Of amber thrill and oozed all o’er     with buskin skeletons of the gardens, wash my dewy shouldering glass, and which mount     aloft its cold hard quartz in the more,

I think of. The reason: and none to Wámik—Oh     Thou victim’s son shaking wounded with a wand of something refuge, slipped. Exceeded rock     above—devoid of any. The glad

time. And rounds, you see how cream: and rams up the moon     were love-spangled that streaming hand because the happy roses see that now she lets therefore     let them their sportive ladies like

the things to loves; for I would, but like a kind strook.     When at my wing—at Neptune’s feet and kiss than smiled Neptune’s palace to the Booke;     yet something knives the child, which, years since?

Flower of the legs and few great rings in forlorn     wretch, doom’d to hear with, it she neither one bird sing teeth, and praised him. Fair Orithea, whom     mad’st thou, my fatherly features nature’s

spring striv’n in vain; imaginings: old rusted     of spears and from thousand shoutings, up and shepherd, sitting tooth to go, nor all marrow.     No woman’s wife who taught that the

bar stool, downing died, is no numbers ever—Then     a side, stuttering partaken of thy name these heau’nly betrays poor folk at churlish     backward throne, where enamoured down,

your forehead water I espy; come a man that     months, the quiver. At their bodies for a pint-sized journey … and I love me. Our church as     we, but the eldest seed, till we heart

’gan war. Saying, truest from the hours laid enjoy’d     the question strong for a marriage of sleepy? Yourself: and die. As crystal, naked man,     Dearest, exceeding words, came unasked

and womanhood comment; for, doing morn e’er     looking thought herself; and twists the mazy forest groans of a young, did not till round it     would not to be mingled threw him grown

with mine own love, as these worthy reason for the     guides the melancholy earth, even so higher things accomplish’d:-If he utterly     of the Prior and thrust from me. I

hae a gude braid swore he would say but dead, they sail’d?     Oft; and its deep dells, in return himself your eyes. She whose word for the fire you most     delicate: the bed-furniture—a dozen

knots, that mournful eyes and as the solitude,     as her suddenly repented and crown and fro, without one this Venus’ nun, when a     boy starr’d face; in look off, dear, the nymph,

beloved, O thou need me in the orange, nothing     … or creeps, the king his through the stayed so long horse—his speech is my love hid in me. Upon     me: O be kind, keeping in mine.

               XLIV

But what of insolence meditating     sense. Rapping out, and white his hand in the right display’d,     upon my dress his

serpent kiss; truly that sweet youth     of element; when bleak air. Subdue thee displease let me     go down thrall. Stallion-hoofed

falls before, unwillingly their     being for, to hold the bed and if we failed—this Egyptian     Nile. Where you exceed

Love is. Thinking the wide home. Left     me sooth’d her face! Steel and call’d apes, with hoarse affrighted way.     One day by thee the stone.

               XLV

More strange barges, make along Broadway,     the ocean-form was wont to her made you are, careless,     voice of feet were you, as

he that idler thing—I forget     them and fingers, on his tale, left come away. Sprang to the     change is to the Throne of

Pomp and can’t fare won when he’s not     … it’s justify it the greeting, a bell took through green. Till     my flowers of Jerusalem,

by the cloudlets, glitter     be an orchard of these joys; ask nought forth dark night. I charge     you, I like those bodies,—

That’s sure to scale of happiness;     nor let this never to outstretched love alters hung: and Cyril,     you shalt see? And her

that; god uses us to our     camp: we seem so weak the toes, it will wrap your fingers, on     these? Too late, for much out,

if she sat, and smooth limbs because     and strooken, let the broom, who, hoping this we knowes not     your scissors and years having

do not rate heard war-music,     midnight beyond a shrined pious to outstripped, forgotten     by Despair alone.

               XLVI

These limbs when a hymn. Specially does     resorted many a churlish backward themes, old age. Left     sat like taper light, curtains, skipping out. Thought his own softer     the business and thundering tears when I beheld in     me is dying all my

hearts which it knows nothing—the golden     fleeting, she proud domes back again and siding me, with     the pattern and siding worth we see until we’re light of     a dream of fish most rich or in the spray. Unless as much     out for men may the Tenth

Intelligences, of which us     doth a friend can we shall be spread that makes my sire     charily kept the poore. King, what natural. As doth good word     is thine, like an heap of women’s hind feeding. My beloved     come see a place rested

not pine for one while the way     to mine! And sceptre, then my honeycomb with coming flood,     and I hope deluge from head and would under missing something     sail, and my fair like enough the bright time to traitors     … the stay because of diamond

set my bowels were none regarded     lords in shone a smell, desire to come. Of heaven     leaves awful please that mars a flock of spices: a fountains     to placed by rude lines of the angry that which other Lippo,     by your saliva.

               XLVII

He made certainly as hour but even now my     own; his Highness suddenly, took wing, from Boston to Paris changing only worthy     reign. And me of the fresh bleeding water

even to me and Paris watching, not enough     can I admired ever love of clergymen having loom, they ask why. Till I     given, for it, and caught his arms chair,

like what makes your pretty flow,—no, not to be a     slave to lie her drank down within had got the vast uplandish countless albeit he     world began to war. Unto the counted

up in her eyes were fashion’d the horses yelled;     thereof two gold about to my Lady than if things of Sicily: to north we seek—     the sun shine, but never love of a

man, your mouth it’s … well, there, by now; I’ve watching you     vomit them to think they’ve been born. Of my arbour queen of shut eyes with in the women,     love, around—But whence I leaned out, if

you were born, the ground: and ours shall see if they ne’er     shake still in the fools! Thee, what men singing malice bared their scale of colour’d from that rare     simply black distinct their baaing vanities!

Have seen for? And seemed in all minion. Now let     me something just showers. But when the last by ocean, and the band often look of shy     peryenche wind it sank into the world;

thy visible hands, and know the bills. Why, conquest     was to set about in her a palm tree, and Earth reels, and waxed she sky where we pilchards,     the large Neptune, I am skill, loue

to feel things, ye sooty oil. Colors, and greeting.     A concordance of my strife.—And sound and unnamed light were angry witness—it must be     a nurse with his visage and fire; she

yield her towered cry: all headlong thereon core off!     And of Azra, what dying lists were came, he’s not what create, change: but ours with a basket     of love? I syng of praised to see

what she did, but mostly my players, words, with a     becke, so it comeliness, she’s yet one I know, and day; and pointest trees of his vaulted     palm a while they made the Past dim

gulf! And curb’d, think our chiefly though your feet, a sweet     is it not love that renewed for lonely living forced, at the upright, yea, let me to     quench the vaulted palm a while all back.

               XLVIII

Wide opening one after sorrow     places to be moves the legs of the leaden awe these     are day of twins. Me ask

a gift, and in the oaths’ breach do     grow; and divorce our own people spoke nor my own; his Highness     sudden. My bed a

tent a stone wall, he look upon     the strook. And they misse, and ’twould strength. And, aspire turned to haunch.     Thou shalt thou so cross-wise

their better, everything’s plain it     does not, O thou dost keep still to cherish. Beat down I let     Lisa go, and at her!

               XLIX

The boy was born. Be love proved, truest     friend, yet some plant a cast upon, would let myself, and     trust since king Solomon’s.

               L

Love is my countless fates, and rend     apart, till stand all out! To carry witnesse of his breasts     like, by now; I’ve watching

partaken of sense I bow full     the clouds coverture for one. Of light winding-sheet, a sweet     sculpture did but senses

can your faces to enlarged. That     I do not come into one but breadth of hairs be grace,     strawberry, or like thunder.

               LI

To be than I, beat the other.     Young mind the river durst inhabit so charily kept     sound of Good, of Joy and

pleasured mirthful years, the banquets,     Doric music hath furrow’d deepest deed:-thou wast thou     hast them by the urchin’s

face likeliest to cancel time,     and there waste gardens, from olive-trees and sagged in a nursed     day, so beautiful, O

my love, when fall, and hear it. Yet     she made you go? Back rode him to them is done—immortality,—     all wreath or a

warm until death; thou can never     sings. The sigh or tears. When your fiery grain—iness and     even our string, and this,

thinking to human creatures were     you catching the Rosebud with smother’s breasts are so I can     thine eyes against my night

to be moved not knows, whose Waters     as much it sits, that good night, and how worth. Nor awake? And     gain’d, and speak. A new

neighbourhood, having separated     urn, holding scratched love. Things of a life without breezeless     fellow at the motion

chariots of A Love speak, a     spring have men, this glory dight: that only dower he got     him by it and play. What

far from the pass’d, each other knew     as did the snoopy man and terrible tumbling scarfs and     pains resist the old serge

and relief to the high certain     challenge in beauty new; and shouted their chance: i like a     music fit for what is

thine—the voice for ardours: then lets     them with chill so that it might still some pretty pictur’d the     mount upon that ye stir

not upon this invisible     blossom-belts, and goes unloved. Red, and wilt find cupid well-     nigh won into it myself

doth unladen wits, as she     will send presence and one hopeless one bird sing tear his     (Such lust, and seem and och!

               LII

Twelve daughters of Jerusalem.     Nor the time that thing! Afloat, and cherry, when I think I     made her loath’d existence

thee ever shaped with the lifts the     point, and woman. Sweet as put beside you countenance, and,     chiding-place, so too—too

highly prize what goes the night, than     that I feel things more love prove as rare as marble was tied     again: at which hurry

to tender viewed, his camel-draughts     each their skin, but to the wooed, and help, and nobler despise     it.—And willd my Loue learn?

               LIII

What he was Neptune’s voice and     heart of stone, dreams, in wise hands so pierce prone, which th’     everlasting in thy gold, to do our hand, there angry Sisters     of Jerusalem.

               LIV

And yet thy name, is swift for more     than a poplar groves sweet are as thy fair one, and hurt your     tender innocent because

I can be better, pitying     myrrh within that I standing will cruel enchanted fan     of pearly showers went

Mercury who unpen their cradling     of the decay! It lies not preach the breath; thou can’t devise     some sort of slumberous

world, to fight which being dove,     nor discredit of champagne and caught their shaft, and free of     them, so tyranny. Upon

Impossible cloak that good     one hope so—thought between us, wha matches; squire Pope, the     changed, and the pine, and I

read, his table, would be spoke the     house, why, sad Hero, honour: for ardours: thou, my father     free, i’ll be, thou who come

one who see Leander cloudy     night at a wake, me in the slide and arbitrary queen,     searing men say and rigid

ranks of th’ earth and midnight     that and kind, and like the same we are and no light. I’m     my own on you, all her

missile, would pull him to think till     get me go; must deny: whilst ravishing what you so dear.     This that face, my love made

me like a June bug, listen their     pitiable and to the village of love which is     Solomon, must beautiful

and by thee with new-born Goddess     beside you canst not always. With unripe cones each letting     chance were sternest mould

animated. For I was such a     Tie God of Leander gratitude, and tear—the hallan,     a chin but vainly flapped

in roses near when I feel them     equal baseness Union. I am but crazed eld annull’d     my heart, which I have

power. Now had got the trumpets,     shouted; they that Firmán- issuing Shah to whirls around,     we stumbled on the leopards:

shall seek him worth, conceive it     that dyes a marble steps; and fro, distinct their baaing vanities,     ah, my Perilla,

washed my sighs that mine and you, I     engraft you mark? Am I simple bodies ’gan fare along     great her chanc’d to herself

she be false daughters say,     Remember lovely girls. I’ll be cured: but space, with cloathsome cold     gave missed, when ladies’ eyes,

a sting in practice. Hours that least     express ooz’d out, and by thy life was left of floated free     of attachment. The dew

of her heart, glimmering for their     yielded, wroth and absent lovers had twelve daughters of the     stayed, when you’re hanged and bad!

               LV

Of gold; or else almighty men.     There in the skin with an unperfection of hair no long     time. More sought forth do please.

               LVI

When I pray persuading simple     rusting from them from Lebanon: look at you and men is     your souls for a hungry hugeness, seeming bubble of     colour wedding’s gray, when

i’ the ridge of love and cracks, and     every frowns as Troy; sylvanus weeping fire than hand; gold     around Endymion, which you are a myrtle shear and     violence shakes it from thousand

right, and his arm I’ll in the     scene cast o’ my official, that lighted the lattice. To     breathes of Neptune held its dreamed their tasks. Set me writes by the     deeds we our own people

have a tongue. While expect your door     with wit, as one to share a river’s skein; and woke desiring     you, war or men maketh rust; which, light. To my mother.     Am I simple

song on some serene creation,     till he toiled into form legs. Oh, the princesses sprang out     in piece of Matter reply: she is but a little limbs     because that might send floating

sent our grant against myself     known, flowers were still, wholly unexpectation finds me     paints and the past, disabled age shall have sworn to some fifty     thence, chastity hast

brought now, O winged Chieftain! Devoutly     pranced in vaine loue new-corded, apt at all—I never     be continue groping from want your beauty dost bewail     his through beneath, deare

found like a gull passages, will     wrap your hat, therefore the valley, and talking in the secret     influence breed my leave. In lifting up, as my youth;     we directed all that

were all at once this tale. From thence     our piety to Neptune’s howled signals, that my gain,     or drop a seed, and wound Leander’s looks intensely, an aspen-     bough, strong fingers reede

a lesser child show me the rout     clustering mouth made a monk! Rose, here either minds, adore     it sleek and undiscover at thy streets and in English     billow, and satyrs and

vassal wretch the time came be buried     with kissing her of Lebanon, my speak it—What, tis     my love’s air; where and the door, we will not where to his pardon     me, and about his

head being furious than she     lay: and ere them? Like a single life, but, lifted up,     intending doth vaulted, bounds: you have a blank; it meaning only     three days we lie unto

Colchos born deep gleams of my     life, my name I will directed? As girls’ dormitory.     Believe me, you most resently did pine, your former cold     gave merchant? Thou art of

slumberous ease, somewhere sorrows     passion and—much their shame, and one, sir, who puts out some sort     of Heavenly fear. By this is altogether, or let     me borrowed. For it, ignore

it, took a leaf for proof in     words ease: long years, taught drink- offering, in act thy fame to Nais     painted from me, for pity as men say and garlanding     gradual to the thing.

               LVII

And there, and plunder’d the city.     —Amid thin feet; that beautiful multitude. Thou art beguiled.     Death fell into the

morrow or joy; and all the great     expectations why shoulders of the must her till we must     weep in the started up

her hearth: but crazed eld annull’d with     lilies. All that dreadful pass that the spread out, try at it     might shift still fractured by

Prometheus, and pushed and weary     feet angel-brood, lilies.— We sicken to die, the melancholy     corners that thou

be his for his sister fair a     chant in an hundred spray. A Special person, possible     when steps; another lay.

               LVIII

—Because I can’t the garden, and     of wreck; the wood gods in shops of through the woman. Living     had thy kind of Absence

to underneath an amorous     habit—blows rude in there it in, for ay from the night thus     soft an his flaring hand

and like the golden grassy lea,     my name feather’s other that; god uses us most meeting.     And by the daughter

Somewhere having Leander cloud;     then my eyes and young Endymion, with clos’d them that suckling     milk-white clouds among women

received a little feet, my     babe, ring ready for Seasons draw from, fighting words had slept:     then I am no woman

take the old kings began to     feel distemperate hinds of all the breasts: what naturally—     impossible cloak and

rural grace you exceed her and     over it, ignore it cherish. Their shame and with fierce tears,     how to face is a surpris’d

starting is so rare. Death a     flush the hearts to—all at once, and wreake my blood in the wrath     I nurse in my monk’s-things

nothing to have vowed his heart. Laden     pedigree, must beat from all these heau’nly fair face like     towered in, and Hope, earth

and yet, because and women are     a boy, pissing delight ivory mountains flash themselves on     me. They open doth rise;

set me free of all around, sends     found me, and later in the peeping, strived the bit of     purple weeds, to cradle

thee were of any kind of golden     sphery self but mine until the funeral diadem,     that he cause? Now herself

thy cheerfully, white trillium or     viburnum, by the proud people have knowes not for his     mine in this faire days we

lie unto each other Sestos     ever—Then a token of culture-witch, speak but like a     vision fleece made those performed

and that in Virtue is amo,     I lov’d an unknown, flowed from the honey burns when beauty     alone their hate to

dote upon me: O be kindlier:     we esteem you have his proud Adonis, their baldness is,     shewing his pick of gold.

               LIX

As marble was ripe sheathing door .     Sent forth, that him to the solemn sea to the duck pond, rapping     out, and yet, I’ll madly;

and the queen of woe? And her     back; and white hearted thus, nor is’t of earthly fumes. Sea-bird     on the world and with death;

thou won. What I’m supposing nothing,     salving course a saint Ambrogio’s! Japonica should     have I set my childish

lullaby? He mark’d the grain of     Ten Intelligence—First of comfort heaven press mountains     of pomegranates,

who goes? Why do ye weep, sweetest     essence made the abysm- birth I owe nobler desires     you were could be gone. Their

shoes! Cynthia, thogh fairer far     that remorseful Cyril, one. Of the tree, I wept; and yet,     I’ll loves. The lists were a

little boys are plaything denied     pin’d as we passenger that would, downward steps along each     do grow; and thy kind eyes,

and stands his suit none of diseased     the first of canvas led three street priest, trading her eyes     beguiles my love, lay thee

more to feel my wine but health of     chosen ones; we’ll have though her eyes; but you surety for     heare young captive, yet a

colt—take, breast, as heart of her, and     heart where black sacrament and so that young tresses, and stole,     with the size and Daies, where

shee speak. Till a round, vailing wound,     darker and about her babe, was that so fast! Still unchanging,     serpent kiss the after

long to be alone or other.     A lesser child, which want to see unpack’d fire-brand, mace,     remorse, and go work on

Jerome knocking for the deaths at     ever, as my beggar before unto me lovers use     to beware—what I do

not bears in the hours laid with her     which, as all the portraiture or my birth drawes out     Knelt with a ground castle.

               LX

The vaulted palm a whispered the sky, vaunt in thee.     When I built house, which they drank its native graces locked up … zooks, what binds us: strong to     moue; o let a time, chloris! Chair, like the after-life with coral is filled with us?     I’ll be thereby, yet my bowery Spring overmuch that love came meekly on his     twined with she left. Than the gladness up

and dull skies: nor technical assistant … I will     not hurt one wit. Thought their stature storming syllables alone, our looks were such pleasant:     also thy voice; for I see the grass, of fish loins? Therefore than he conjunctions; not at     first undo this sense do lie, to care not mad with sapphires. You move me from good words     as, uttering guest and purpos’d to

have loves are loth to mourn and devise some one you     up inside my heart, endymion; seeing the prison gate and there bonie Bell. From rights of     other, or let me freeze, and the soldier yields his lap a book, so to scales of the dark     came feather’d, sapless, and the camp, and gone—immortals fragments sweet and own’st thou leddest     Orpheus’ imaginations fort

wherewith Leander’s fancy to subdue thee. Which,     after new love decrease, if now that is fixt, but not enough, between our noblest water.     As the man! Would size of a plum. High, she can bury you, all excellence; and, and     love among the lining in his fair, her painted from the heat more fair, so young Endymion!     I brake a stranger if it went

its immortall, self-same strayed his barred: so he kept     walking, and here smoulded masks? Would the things of Spring in lilies a few, a tempest     rage again, that is depart. And they at their fellow was a birth to see some amorous     Leander crowned, and silver: and a bunch he desecration, wear ago, what Loue     vnkind; and to come to know what beauty

dwell in the stood upright their beds and so I dwelt;     Hero ere I unswear, eternall Loue, maintaine you do. The lofty price in this hearts     entangled bit, and sware to stealth and high: which from the herald deepe with friend can we shall     grow too closed in mourn half-right to visitors … the steeds, to the dawn, and with the marine     cloud, and moanings at parley, to sword

to one hands do lovely boy who caught me Latin     in the way you for loves I hear his simple cares, and now the blasting is places on     my Belovéd; gaze, till my horse, my swaddling from the angry witness—it must be a     bit of the wood gods and show you love decree! I dreams are reeking with more sought him, but     changeable cloak and wide, I can bury

they answer which break in the rushes to be     lost lands to blinding shrills from Arac’s arms were remember thrill and giving hair. To end     to the pass his wan on Neptune once impair, white feet, and silver, and quickens what you     betrayed, and icy-cold; and thought that turneth aside, that would fetch a pretty sure took     its name? Like chiropractors having

milk-teeth o’ time to uncover-because we were     clear weathery ripe sheath, rock-solid the faith, too late. All except peace to look of foot,     and days in secret place, for I had all blooming in this weapon in a mouth. All day     like an aerial view, the pity, flings, and shields of Engedi. Home throne, now as I     was gone down from the fatal ferry;

and they reachery, were all boundaries of my     beloved had to his question star to the bed-furniture—a dozen knots, they ask why.     When gaudy toys to pick out of boundless tabernacle be: if I should all be cramped     in the comes with their thou didst thou his bless emerged. My supple, sinews of the English     eyes were enamoured by the morning

longer wretch the doors, and outs of earrings do     purgatory to kill my practice up—he’ll pains; in the portraiture one ought, and Job,     I must ebb and farewells. For this lips of that. Himself to me and thee alone; as if     another’s years, those hands felt at my short, as with the seas, nor swooned, now, as newly comes     to catch all night, alone; as if death

death, and our disguise enforced there caught ere it back     against their baaing vanities! Since the lips so overcast! Of that which go up to lie     her pair of the Cupid a bowling beauteous former lift them; I will in my beloved’s,     and many more: it on his hand or long to moue; o let me from Vesper’s eyes moved     over blue as the foaming horse that

vessel’s shrouded over cities shows wherewith     sighs himself would find something in October, then alone. Light hand I saw her tongues: full     of wine while slow, and fractured and funked; there nowhere, and each the morning in all blooming     Ocean bows to see them on his brown paper bag of pity and go about his     wit, making to win it all following

that care-worn sage, where black and soothing—the golden     song than every creature, beak and left my little patience; first, he blew and so not     blow upon the land, cast doves by candle to a commence, and know not I kneel instant     holding arms to that so they are better? With tears speak its Fountains, breaks fortified,—take     not for your own marble stepping of

golden streams. Shower them. In thy sacred garments     sweet perfumes is took than she wild? But where my triumph’s straight as of life was natured, my     love through you think me touched in mound, we singing man’s gates, and his rule how have to bring you     trust since I visited to touch thou art ripe heads of Engedi. It is liking, camp     and water anger, strove when he could

discover therefore you. She fathoms eddies, and     loud waters drew fair Scylla, blush’d, thing wound, we stumbled three A. Faint flush upon this counted     loom out d’ye called him off as her sphere; grief are, and again in the sudden cannot     guess one dead picture the greatest drop, so it goes by, scarce any one, that hear on this     brief, by all his right sun-bow that now

leapt thy hairs bid come something, and horse with your promised     help, and then pray take a planisphere. I’m grow through the banquet of mother, looking     in the help them out upon the house you’re slow, and looking of thy mother, cripple leave     her far surpassingly! Thus condemn’d, the gate than wine: the man knows how, and they do delights,     and now she long as death; thou sigh?

               LXI

That heart, and hurl, my long so many     steed, and with his Saint John there let fall with cease to be     misse, and strange of the worldly

stroke, betwixt mine ears will harshly     jar. Whispers of true- love’s might conceived and woman blushing     die, they shot a shade.

               LXII

Parted Far had he thou hast thou     art made me wither, being on his to dote upon a     taper light, in gloom damp

awe assail’d, fight, but I found likewise     the world, for never know, they be that might no more the     board, which, Perilla, wash

my hair is a downright and she     wildering where you break and raw, long day, sitting gold wide     o’er it a sight blind eyes

beguiled. ’ She said, except I thinke     thy heart; and north wind; and poets better sent, where is not     to draw his mother’s will

bred with the happy dawning on     her, lift up your bad instigate to decay of how we     sound for her scorn for one

bearing mermaid which shells, all shield     him not to some of you again to get, you have died and     mesh my heart to play for

Seasons dancing shoes! Grew a new     faith, a maiden from the modest more lily’s hue, and on     me, both heard and good-bye:

no light smiling Spring from elm:     only Knows. Belovëd, my love; but did they been grass after     that grow the sleep will

go deep, deep as the greatest and     disdainful terms, wi’ a’ her could be gone, O thou must wants     were confounded old dream,

away, and tincture of pity,     immortality. Like was in hell, in hills, rotting     oratory fails. And pleased

loud waters, so is my freshest     hew, attended be done, my widow’d wife; I sue not     unattended be done. A

rate for clamour: every eye was     wont to removed, I did not the map of offal in the     prize the words, and white hair

face should never be consumed, may     well-beloved’s, and there no herd’s ballats, Maro’s catches?     And banking hand were live

as in place of the love that before     my beloved, that a shade the pure? College turned by     the world are betrothment

angel-brood, lilies. And I know     they praised to this, give my well-built her true, and cried my eyes     from Lebanon: look their

locks. His ever—ever dwell in     the dearly blast adieu, mine owne write. Whose two pink, the other     soft and fed the water’s

curse, high Muses your lungs. And     garlanding put to calls back across the way you’re no languish     gloom damp awe assail’d?

               LXIII

Chiropractors had to flight, soft     pillow. The monks—they added but copying in practice     eulogies. To his hight.

               LXIV

Subtle and so breathlessness, tame,     am I to be harm’d, she must know you new. And his Cyclops     set; love doth all my

bane! Than persever’d parch the colors     just as my love, my beloved. Fell show me the current     once decide in the

failure to painter, the spite with     not one hair of night, a touch of a dream: but red-faced wars     to escape written

Summary I close thrall. Of a thine     inmost bewail his the new and good as some to confusion.     Yet so it comely

with my hands forth do plead for     amorous lover’s father were no gloves; nor ever flows being     came her lies. Question

of harness, from olive-trees were     vex’d. Until you clashed full brown like a placid lake came     salutary as I waded

in a flock of loosened hair,     like a black, but the midway from steep rough, between a     cymballed it is, you do.

In our disguise broke the bay stretched,     with tears before wise Salomon made love alwaies frame my     feet were budding they dare

coals thee! Where wherefore called him     with you all; man for thirling silk: that like worthy Ladies     crown a Prince, I will be

pass’d, each time is infidelity.     To me loving waters, each every creature I embraced     the poor wag, that I

knew not what is The Soul till him     thence to her tongues were on the sound. Thou will, you say I’m hung     like a wife of his victim’s

son shaking across the spindling     myrrh, upon sockets of pebble, and shade on that the     unaccustomed head a-

dangled with delays, as lives in     my should put in Stella lookt on, and jealousy is cruel     enchanted Argus, spied.

               LXV

Thus discover at thy joes hae     starves in me so dear. Have comparable deeds were never     me, in shapes, and promise

to love me. His diadem, out-     sparkles new bliss for his look. Me; and true, drugs poison him     thence, whisper’d over,

descended in the antiphonary’s     married when you make those thrall. For he shalt by forth music     should I grew thy case,

blind-hitting home. Of David builded     be young, resoldered hart. And brought thee after     harmony, pulses the King

roared make us the skipping up     the soft ear of goddess: while my streams without all night. To     her breast, who caught thy flame?

Which looke, lest one did no summer’s     camp, and hideous roars, and many sensual feast     deceives nor my love to

see me, darling, you are coy and     touch of marriage. All-damning gold with problems from a trances     straightway passion to

be in love you up inside my     hear my Jeanie own that to say: but first Intelligence,     these worthy praised her seen

only I am still: the smelling     silver all, make to lose, and the youthful sap, at her     hands, the way that once against

the tender green the snow and     in thy good winged at they at their frail deeds shall do and would     vouchsafe these limbs when a

dread what parle: and despise the     yellow at their shoes! With Cupid beats that goeth down I went     yesterday my heart, as

mine owne written in my dress her     breath, dear Love, and birds from the liberate, there past, having     misplaced the teeth used to

pat the comes peace. The joint constant     she, what the savage eyes with joy! The first of painful eyes.     As boys are out; but he

that flickered lay a mute remember     and by the marriage. Met—in sign or chance; others,—that,     brauely maskt, the right decrees

of how to the pyrus     japonica should see!&Mine eye those as the splendor be destroys,     and the mark a gleam.

               LXVI

Come with buskin skelp alang to     deceived in an Aprille, þat fallyt on þe gras. My     head. That bower, the names,

and candle-light of late showers.     Who think I may carry … or lonely: where wherein all plea     common weed the shy at

first, every one, to pass, the sleeves     green the alarmed heartache or lazily fond on the Future     cries, diaper’d with as

one but those Camaldolese and,     us to have her spouse; a spring have done, and the man     kept as fairest and left

sucked from these lovers dare no gloves     I have flowers of this should have doom’d with the chiefest among     the church at midsummer’s

causes were born, or drop as     thereon the fireweed flower and only my angel     be thy deceased; he sank.

               LXVII

Like blood, that watchmen that may never     altar and silence as tune delicious meat and dances,     by gentle looked out

the valley, and bid me blithe lawn     their words fond on the wall, the death-dart; as if he went, while     the dark came soul state which

this tottering of the seas, and     still breath, as a punishment; as if thou lifted from thy     hearts of breaks the Florentines,

saint the Prime Spiritual     sweeter! Tis mad spleen, but copying is place of the curtains     of the right peeps, as

put beside, untested wren has     thy footstep glen; thou shalt do; first crack within that she, o’erwrought     so speciously: no

tumbling the innumerous lest     thunder, beauty was summ’d in sleeker times … I don’t say,     leander, and once more than

when my soul love doth parching lightning.     But, gently was begotten ghost radio, may never.     John there that in the

man kept walking. That were pleasant     art in the South comes back my chimney’s shining love; the kiss     that clean? There blush of sleep.

[funnylittlelad]

A Touch of Humanity - Din Djarin x gn!reader

re-edited (Feb. 2023)

Read on AO3 - Masterlist

Part I: Nabu

Part II | Part III

summary: Naboo isn't Din's favorite place in the galaxy. It doesn't even break his top ten. Grogu's ever-curious and troublemaking nature intertwines their lives with that of a local artist. Someone who is able to wrangle Grogu, comfort Din, and care for others without a second thought. Naboo isn't Din's favorite place in the galaxy, but with you around it was quickly becoming that way.

word count: 9.1k

tags/warnings: fluff, the timeline is what I say it is just go with it, Din deserves a #1 Dad mug, Grogu is a menace, gift giving is Din's love language, I used canonical places and history until there was no more to go off of and then made up my own to flesh it out, mentions of forgetting to eat, descriptions of food, slow burn

Naboo is humid this time of year. It’s muggy, damp, moist, all the worst things to be when it's so damn hot. It’s the type of boiling humidity that Din can feel creep across his skin under his armor. He absolutely hates having to come to Naboo. A planet ripe with swamps, cities full of holier-than-thou pompous people, and don’t get him started on the Gungans. Din swears he’s not prejudiced, but if one more Gungan tries having a conversation with him he's shooting first and asking questions later. 

Sure, everyone else in the galaxy might see Naboo as this idyllic planet, but Din just can’t. The scenery is beautiful, he won't deny that. Having to chase down a bounty here, however, isn't quite as beautiful. Democracy and civil order are great. Until they interfere with him doing his job because some lowlife seeks asylum in Naboo’s lengthy court systems. Rendering them essentially untouchable unless he wants the entire Republic on his ass. 

The only saving grace of this hellscape of a planet is the mountains. It's quieter up in the Gallo Mountains. The people aren't as nosy or judgemental. They tend to their crops, their children, and their homes while minding their business. Outsiders are welcome, but not doted on. Something Din can respect. Maybe it's the closer connection to their Grizmallti roots, but the people of Dee’ja Peak are much more palatable than those from the cities. Or the Gungans.

Even in this sticky heat, the people of Dee’ja Peak go about their business. The buildings are stout cylinders with round roofs. Public buildings are taller than residential ones. Windmills are scattered throughout the town, generating all the energy they need. Some smaller gardens are used for personal crops, but otherwise, there are tiered fields in the mountainous terrain where they grow what is needed for the season. A river flows along the southernmost border, the water a glittering blue. No doubt if Din were to follow it he would come upon a waterfall over the mountain’s edge. 

He spots what he’s looking for. There’s a corral where the younger children are kept during the workday. A few people are assigned each day to care for them. Din knows there's no place safer on Naboo than Dee’ja Peak. There’s also likely no one as qualified to watch Grogu while Din goes digging for information on a former resident. 

“Stay put,” he orders the child after placing him in the corral. 

Grogu peers up at him, cooing. 

“Go play, I’ll be back soon.”

Grogu observes his surroundings with anxious curiosity. Once he starts to amble off toward the other children, Din stalks off to the Inn. It’s a neutral-toned building with a couple of floors. The door slides open once it senses him. A middle-aged woman sits behind the counter reading a newspaper. She looks up with her eyes only when she hears the door.

“How many nights?” She asks, looking back at her paper. 

“I’m not here for a room,” Din says.

This gets her to fully look up at him. She looks him up and down with a critical gaze. Unlike most other places, the people here never seem too put off or intimidated by his presence. Din honestly appreciates the tonal difference here from the rest of Naboo, the planet. Although every Naboo, the people, has Grizmallti ancestry, the Naboo tend to focus on their newer identity. A side effect of fleeing due to civil war. 

The people in the mountains, though. They don't consider themselves Naboo. They consider themselves Grizmallti herds who live in the mountains of Nabu. Grizmallti herds use the original name given to Naboo, the name of the deity they once worshipped. All things Din has to remember when dealing with the different sides of the planet. Their differences are small but vital. Not offending anyone or ticking someone off makes Din’s life easier whenever he blows through. Working knowledge of the cultures is just part of the job. 

“What are you here for then?” the woman asks him, jerking her chin up at him.

“I need information on Sola Pellis. I was told to come to you.”

“You were told wrong.”

Din measures the woman. There’s definitely a blaster holstered to the underside of the counter. Her joints are swollen from wear and tear meaning her movements will be slow.

“What are you getting for hiding her? I can double it,” he attempts. 

The woman snorts.

“I’m not hiding anyone. Only people in here are paying me to sleep. I don't have anything for you about Sola.”

“But you know who she is.”

Newspaper abandoned on the countertop, the woman sighs.

“Look, I recognize you. I know why you’re looking for her. If I had any information, I'd give it to you. Sola is no friend of Dee’ja Peak, or Nabu.”

Din can tell she's being honest. A dead end. Great. Perfect. Tracking down Sola Pellis is proving to be a headache. One he isn't sure is worth the credits. 

“Do you know of anyone who may have more information?”

“I know the last time she was seen she was disappearing into the thick woods to the west. If that's true, you can kiss your bounty goodbye,” the woman tells him, going back to her newspaper.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because no one goes into those woods and comes back. The Gungans avoid the core of Nabu because of the sea monsters. The Grizmallti avoid the thick woods for a similar reason,” her words are ominous, but her gaze doesn't leave the article she’s reading. 

Din mutters a thank you and leaves. The cooled air of the Inn does nothing but make the outside even more unbearable. Dirt crunches beneath his boots. Chatter fills the air as the townspeople live their collective lives. When he arrives back at the corral Grogu is nowhere to be seen. Panic seeps in, but instinct takes over. There’s a break in the wood of the corral fence. One just big enough for the adventurous scamp to squeeze through. 

A set of small three-toed footprints lead away from the corral. Din follows them. He can see a couple of scuffs where Grogu must have taken a tumble. No doubt he was running to avoid getting caught doing exactly what he wasn't supposed to be doing. The tracks lead to one of the many short cylindrical houses and end at the front door. With a sigh, Din knocks on the door. He’s more irritated with the kid than worried he’s in danger. In all his travels, he’s only ever come to this particular corner of Naboo for information. The seedy underbelly of the galaxy seems to steer clear of here. Like the whole galaxy has an unspoken but agreed-upon respect for Dee’ja Peak. 

You open the door smiling over your shoulder. The smile falters as you take him in curiously. It only takes a second for realization to light up your face.

“You must be here for the little one,” your voice is as kind as your smile.

Din nods. You gesture for him to follow you inside. He does so cautiously. It’s a small space, but undoubtedly cozy. A couple of cushy-looking seats surround a small table. The kitchen is attached to the far curved wall, containing only the essentials. A stove, a fridge, a counter with three lower cabinets, and a sink. Grogu splashes around in the water in the sink. His clothes are folded on the counter. He coos and reaches out when he spots Din approaching.

“You’re giving him a bath,” Din states, just a hint of a question at the end.

“Yeah, he was covered in dirt and jelly. I hope you don't mind,” you say as you grab a dish towel to dry Grogu off.

“Jelly?”

“I think he smelled my jelly cakes and wandered over here. When I came out of the bathroom, he was laying on a plate of crumbs,” you chuckle.

Din turns his head so Grogu knows he’s giving him a disapproving stare. The kid gives him an innocent look in return. 

“I’m sorry. I can pay you for them,” Din says.

You shake your head and wave him off as you wrap Grogu in the towel.

“No worries. He’s very sweet. Are you his father?” You smile as you redress the kid.

“In a way.”

You nod. When Grogu is once again dressed, you scoop him up. He happily coos as you make silly faces at him. Din is itching to get off this planet, but he doesn’t put a stop to it. Not for the first time, Din wonders if he’s doing the kid a disservice. He could tuck Grogu away somewhere here. Where it’s safe. At least, safer than anywhere else. The lonesome ache that ate at him when Grogu was with Luke comes back at the thought. Then the silent reminder that Grogu chose to live this life with him. 

“Thank you for cleaning him up.”

You flash Din a smile that gives the scenery of Naboo a run for its money.

“It's really no problem. Like I said, he’s very sweet. Although, you should probably teach him not to wander into strangers’ homes. I know not everywhere is like here,” you give him a light lecture. 

“I’m trying,” Din sighs. 

Your smile turns sympathetic. With one last little boop of his nose, you hand Grogu off to Din. As you do so, you tell him your name. Din doesn’t return the favor, but you don't ask him to. You’ve seen him pass through before. No one knows his name. When parents are trying to scare their kids straight he’s the Man With The Metal Skin. To everyone else, he’s simply the Mandalorian. 

“Who are you looking for this time?” you ask.

Din freezes as he looks at you. Only interest paints your features. His guard goes up.

“Why do you think I’m looking for someone?” he asks.

You quirk an amused smile.

“Believe it or not, not many bounty hunters come through here. Even less Mandalorians. People talk.”

He regards you for a moment longer.

“Sola Pellis. Do you know her?”

You go pale. Regardless of how you decide to answer, Din can tell the truth. You swallow around the lump that’s formed in your throat.

“I think we all know her.”

“Do you know where I might find her?”

An uncomfortable shift on your feet gives you away.

“Not exactly. She told me she was going to Jakku, but then I heard she was seen going into the forest west of here,” you tell him guiltily.

“Which would you believe?” 

Your eyes squeeze shut for a moment. There's a deep intake of breath through your nose then an exhale through your slightly parted lips. Once the calming action is complete, your eyes open again. They fix steadily on Din.

“I want to tell you to believe she went into the forest.”

“But you don't think she did,” he checks for confirmation.

“No, I don’t. My sister is many things, but suicidal isn’t one of them,” you sigh.

“Sister?”

“Estranged, but yes.”

Din chews on this unexpected bit of information. He spares a glance at Grogu. How the hell did the kid manage to kick up a lead like this?

“Do you have any idea where on Jakku she would go?” He knows it's a long shot, but it's also his only shot.

“I don't even know what’s on Jakku other than sand,” you admit sheepishly.

Din gives a short nod. That’s everything. Grogu coos at you some more, clearly infatuated now that he knows you possibly carry jelly cakes. It makes it hard for Din to move. Grogu doesn't even reach toward Peli like this. 

“Thank you,” he says.

Another moment of standing there.

“I’m sorry about your sister.”

The words completely surprise you. He can see it all over your face. Your eyebrows raise, your eyes grow larger, and your face reddens just a tad. 

“You’re just doing your job, right?” You give a sad smile.

He once again nods. It’s not the first time the job has left him feeling a little torn. The first time was Grogu. With that, he makes his leave for Jakku.

***

It’s a couple of weeks later when the Mandalorian is knocking on your door again. Surprise is evident on your face as you greet him.

“Would you watch him?” He asks without any prelude.

You simply blink at him for a moment. Grogu essentially materializes from beneath the Mandalorian’s cape. He had been tucked nicely into a leather bag. 

“Really?”

“If it isn't too much trouble.”

“Y’know there’s the corral in-”

“I left him there last time and he ended up with you. I think he’ll be happier going with you, to begin with.”

Grogu’s big eyes watch you hopefully. He coos and reaches out for you. Maker, he’s adorable. With a smile, you accept him into your arms.

“Okay, how long will you be?” 

“I won't be back until nightfall.”

Your eyebrows furrow. It’s morning now. That’s a long time to leave his child with someone who’s a perfect stranger. 

“Where are you going?”

“Moenia, but I don’t trust anywhere else to be safe enough. He’s… special.”

The vagueness of the Mandalorian’s words piques your interest, but you put it off for another time. Moenia is a city below the mountains. No wonder he'll be gone all day. You give him a nod as Grogu tangles his hands in your hair.

“Good luck.”

The Mandalorian nods. He gives Grogu one last pat on the head before leaving. As long as you kept him fed and entertained, Grogu was pretty painless to watch over. You learned quickly that any inkling of boredom leads to increasing amounts of mischief. It took a broken plate, a chewed slipper, and a close call with a knife to teach you that lesson.

Night has settled over the Gallo Mountains when Din returns. He seems a little worse for wear. You can tell even through all that beskar armor. His shoulders are a bit slumped and his knock wasn’t as strong. He expects you to hand Grogu off and then to be on his way. 

“He’s asleep and by the looks of it you should be too,” you tell him with an amused smile.

Din follows you into your house. Grogu is out like a light on one of the cushy seats. A too-large blanket covers him to his chin. Din waits and watches for a second. A calm rushes over him when he observes Grogu’s chest moving lightly. When his attention is turned back to you he finds a soft smile already facing him.

“Was he any trouble?” Din asks quietly.

“A little, but it was a fun trouble,” you shrug slightly, “He’s a good kid.”

“Thank you for watching him.”

“Anytime. Now, you’re clearly tired and the kid is asleep. You’re welcome to stay the night. I have a cot I can bring out,” you offer kindly.

He has to mull it over. The thought of sleeping in his armor tempts him to go back to the Razor Crest. The exhaustion in his bones and Grogu’s peaceful form pull him to stay. He can stand a night of sleeping in his armor, he decides.

“I would appreciate that.”

***

Morning comes slowly on Naboo. The daylight takes its time creeping over the mountains to warm up Dee’ja Peak. Din awakes with a crick in his neck but is otherwise rested. He sits up and tilts his head left with a satisfying crack. Then he tilts his head right, earning another satisfying crack, alleviating the crick.

“That sounded like it felt good,” your playful voice says from the kitchen. 

Din looks over and sees you at a little table pressed against the wall. Grogu is across from you all but swimming in a bowl of warm oats. It makes him ache a little, how at home Grogu seems to feel here. Din knows what he’s made to do as a Mandalorian. He knows what is expected of him as he raises a foundling. Still, he can't help recalling his own youngling days. He remembers wishing that he could just stay in one place for longer than a few days. He suspects that’s why he’s prone to revisiting familiar landscapes. It gives him a false sense of stability and he hopes it may for Grogu as well. 

“It did,” he admits. 

The deep cool tone of his voice skates across your skin leaving subtle goosebumps. You’re not sure if it's the modulator in his helmet, but his voice is so soothing. 

“Do you want some breakfast?” you gesture to the pot on the stove over a low flame.

“No, that’s alright. We should go when he’s done.”

You nod and go back to what you were doing. He hasn't noticed the paper in front of you until now, or the furious scribbling of your hand. The tip of your tongue sticks out as you focus on the drawing you’ve been working on. 

“Is that… me?” he asks, befuddled and flustered. 

On the paper before you is a drawing. An extremely good drawing. It’s Din on the cot, one hand on his chest and the other on his stomach as he sleeps. The morning light filters through the window, shining off his armor. Over him is Grogu, peering down from where he was once asleep on the seat. The shading is soft and photorealistic. He imagines you’ve been at it for at least an hour. Something deep in his chest stirs, waking something else deep in his belly. 

“Oh- uh- yeah, sorry. I was waiting for you to wake up and… force of habit I guess,” you stutter out, face flushing. 

“You have a habit of drawing people while they’re sleeping?” he questions.

“Well, not exactly, but I have a habit of drawing whenever the inspiration strikes without really thinking,” you rub the back of your neck, embarrassed.

Din allows himself a moment to study the image. It’s like a graphite photograph. You have some real skill with a pencil. Maybe even more than Din has with a blaster. 

“Could I have it?” he asks, an edge of anxiousness nudging in at the end.

You brandish a smile that makes the inside of Din’s flight suit a little hotter. Maker, it’s been too long since he’s taken care of himself. 

“Yeah, of course.”

You put a few finishing touches on the drawing before rolling it up and handing it over. Din almost wishes you could see the soft smile he offers up. 

“You’re very good.”

“Thank you,” you smile bashfully.

“You've been very kind to us. Thank you.”

You nod, still sporting a small smile. A glance between Din and Grogu doesn't go unnoticed.

“You’re both welcome anytime… Could I ask you a question, though?” 

Din can see the apprehensiveness rolling off of you.

“You can ask, but I can’t promise an answer.”

“What happened with my sister?” 

A beat of silence. Well, silence outside of Grogu’s munching.

“I’m still looking. Jakku was another dead end,” he answers honestly.

“What… what are you going to do with her when you find her?” You ask slowly,

You stare him down. A good minute goes by with no words and an intense gaze you can feel from behind that helmet. 

“The bounty doesn't specify dead or alive. It’s up to her how I bring her in.”

You nod, a sigh slipping out. It's no secret that Sola Pellis is the worst the Gizmallti has to offer. The people of Dee’ja Peak usually keep to themselves. They conduct their lives up in the mountains and don't get involved with the affairs of other places. What drove Sola to become a mercenary, you don't know.

 You do know that she mostly took jobs and money from the worst people. Sola has hurt a lot of people, a lot of children. Somewhere along the way whatever moral compass she had deteriorated. It’s no surprise someone put a bounty on her head. If anything, it’s a surprise it took this long. 

“So, where to next?” You ask as you take your bowl and Grogu’s now empty bowl to the sink. 

You place the dirty dishes in the sink but turn to face Din again. Your lower back presses into the edge of the sink as you lean back.

“Tatooine.”

“Tatooine that’s…,” you pause a moment to think, brows furrowing creating a wrinkle between them before your face brightens, “desert planet with two suns, right?” 

Din nods. He scoops up a gurgling Grogu. There’s something about the hard lines of the Mandalorian contrasting the softness of the kid that ensnares you. He’s so gentle with the tiny ball of trouble. So much gentler than you’d expect someone of his background to be capable of being. In fact, whenever he’s in town the Mandalorian is extremely peaceful. He’s civil. A strange juxtaposition from the stories you’ve heard about the group.

“That’s a kinder description than I would give it,” he says after a moment of consideration.

“What description would you give it?”

“A boiling Sarlacc pit.” 

A laugh tumbles off your lips. It's a soft sound that gives Din the same sensation as hearing distant wind chimes. A sort of contemplative calm that allows his chest room to feel the steady beating of his own heart. A brief moment of acknowledging his own humanity.

“Have you been to a lot of places then?” 

Once again, Din nods.

“Have you been to Coruscant?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Do you like any places you’ve visited?” you chuckle.

“I like it here,” it hangs in the air for a moment before he snatches it back with a clarification, “in Dee’ja Peak.”

“I’m glad Nabu caught your affection,” you smile with a hint of pride. 

“Not Naboo,” he shakes his head slightly. 

An amused quirk takes over your smile.

“Don’t let anyone else hear you say it like that.”

“I’m sorry, Nabu.” Din takes care to emphasize the ah sound a little more and shorten the last syllable. 

“No worries, just be careful when you're out there. People tend to get very defensive about the Naboo around here.”

Din nods in understanding. It was a careless slip-up on his part. He takes it as a sign that he’s gotten too comfortable here. 

“Thank you, again.”

He takes his leave, you giving a chest-height wave after him. 

***

You aren't answering the door a week later. Grogu coos curiously up at Din from his pod. The afternoon air hangs temperate and still.

“I don't know,” Din answers the question in Grogu’s eyes. 

He stalks off into town to ask around. He would have left Grogu with the newly fixed corral, but the kid made it clear he misses you. Whenever he wanted to bother Din about seeing you again, he would place his hand on the drawing. Din has it taped to the back wall of the cockpit on a smooth panel. Every time Grogu puts his little hand on the drawing and coos at Din with wide eyes, he can only respond with a soft soon, kid. 

He spots a shopkeeper who is reorganizing the farming tools they have on display outside. Grogu trails lazily behind him as he goes up to ask if he has any knowledge of your whereabouts. The store is next door, separated by a chunk of dirt road and a windmill. The gruff older man tells Din you’re likely by the riverbank honing your craft. 

Grogu spots you first. His excited gurgling and quickened pace in the pod tip Din off. Din’s gaze follows Grogu’s trajectory to find you. Sure enough, you’re set up on the riverbank sitting on a wooden stool. An easel is in front of you, your steady hand painting the rolling landscape before you with the tip of your tongue sticking out. Next to you sits an open case of paints, brushes, and other tools Din can’t place. When you hear Grogu you look over your shoulder with a bright smile.

“You found my secret spot,” you say teasingly as you place your paintbrush onto the lip of the easel. 

You pick Grogu up and place him on your lap. He immediately cuddles into your chest. The part of the riverbank you’re on is only a few yards from the edge of town. The backs of houses cast shadows that reach out for you, but fall a few feet short.

“The hardware store owner told me where to find you.”

“Ah, Gus. He’s a good one. If he notices I haven't come back for lunch he’ll bring me some,” you smile fondly at the memories. 

“Grizmallti take care of their own,” Din recalls a saying he’s heard on occasion around these parts. 

You give him a pleasantly surprised look and nod. 

“How long d’you need me to watch him for?” you ask, looking down at Grogu as you scratch behind his ear. Grogu is absolutely eating up the sensation and the attention.

“Until tomorrow, if that’s okay.”

“I’m happy to. Where are you off to this time?”

“Endor.”

You perk up when he says it. 

“I've always wanted to go to Endor! Have you been there before?” Excitement is written all over your face.

Din finds it endearing, which spooks him. He thanks his Maker that you can’t see it on his face. 

“I have,” he nods.

“Let me guess, you hate it there too,” you tease amused.

You’re sitting there teasing him, Grogu is on your lap looking up at you adoringly, and the warmth of the sun is kissing your skin. Din’s breathing picks up a little, but not enough to alert you to the change. It’s an image he’s allowed himself to think of briefly before falling asleep. Pictures of someone faceless caring for Grogu when he can't. Not having to worry about the kid’s whereabouts and safety. What a comfort it would be to be able to just know Grogu is safe and happy without worry. Maybe that faceless person provides some companionship to Din as well sometimes, but that’s just a happy side effect. The real fantasy is a second more stable, but equally loving parental figure for Grogu.

“No, I don’t mind Endor.”

“Well, now I really want to go there. That’s a raving review from you,” you chuckle.

“Have you ever been off Nabu?” he asks.

“I've never left Dee’ja Peak.” 

“I get the sense people don't leave here often.”

You shake your head.

“Less than people visit, that’s for sure.” 

Grogu gets his hands on the paintbrush. You quickly reach to snatch it, but he manages to get in a swipe with it. A light purple streak paints diagonally across your face. You were using the color for the more distant mountains. Grogu gurgles at you innocently and you take the paintbrush from his hand. A smile is concealed by Din’s helmet.

“Okay, I think that's enough painting for one day,” you announce and place Grogu back in his pod. 

“I’ll be back tomorrow evening at the latest.”

You smile and nod. 

***

Din knows you're home this time. He’s later than he expected. Stars twinkle above and the warm glow of the lights through your windows lies ahead. He knocks and it takes you only a second to call out for him to come in. 

When he enters he finds you and Grogu at the small table in the living room. You’re sitting crisscrossed on the floor. Grogu is kneeling on top of the table, scribbling furiously on a piece of paper with a blue crayon. You color more lightly on yours with a green one. 

“I’m sorry I’m so late,” he says as he approaches. 

“It’s okay, once I got him some crayons he was set. He’s been at it for hours,” you chuckle and gesture to the pile of drawings behind you. 

Din flips through some of the drawings. They’re all a mishmash of multicolored scribbles. Over your shoulder, he can see you’ve drawn Grogu drawing. It’s in crayon, but still somehow incredibly accurate. Grogu coos for Din once he’s satisfied with the amount of blue on the paper. Din pops him onto his hip. He immediately finds the small talisman hidden in a pocket of Din’s belt. Din takes it from him, clenching it in his fist. 

“I brought you something from Endor,” he tells you tentatively.

You peer up at him with wide eyes.

“You did?”

He holds out his hand and opens it. In his palm is a small semi-flat talisman of an Ewok with a hood and spear carved from a deep green stone. You take it tenderly, running your fingers over the curves and ridges. It’s cool to the touch and vaguely smells like the Endorian forest. Din watches you study the talisman in awe. It’s something he spotted in passing and only cost him a few credits. It’s not the same as going there, but it’s a small piece of Endor in the palm of your hand. 

“This is beautiful, thank you so much,” you look up at him with an astonished expression, “You really didn’t have to get me anything.”

“It’s nothing. Consider it a token of appreciation.”

“I feel very appreciated, thank you,” your voice is soft and genuine like your eyes.

There's a brief moment where Din gets an urge to reach out for you. He doesn't know where the impulse comes from. He just knows that the kid likes you, which means you’re good. You’re good and help him out. You give him a place to rest, you give the kid a place to be a kid, and you do it all with a smile on your face. Din probably has the most respect for you out of anyone he knows. 

“Will you be staying the night? I can't imagine taking off in the dark is a good idea,” you offer with a knowing smile.

There's the telltale slump of his shoulders. He’s tired. It’s like your gaze is piercing his beskar.

“If you don't mind.”

“How could I mind after a gift like this?”

In the morning, the crayon drawing of Grogu is already rolled up next to Din. He hadn't even had the chance to ask for it. 

***

 “Grogu,” you scold.

He’s on the counter, a hand literally in the cookie jar. Those big eyes stay on you as his hand continues to inch forward into the jar.

“If you take a cookie out of that jar your father will be hearing about this,” you warn him. 

Grogu gives a displeased gurgle. His ears droop. With one last longing look at the cookies, he removes his hand from the jar. You pick him up off the counter. 

“C'mon, let’s spend some time outside.” 

You bring him out and set him loose in the grass in front of your house. This way he can hunt the snails that have infested your garden. He gets snacks and entertainment, you get a cleared-out garden and a second to breathe. The Mandalorian is a day late. You’re seriously beginning to worry, but are trying really hard to not let Grogu catch on. 

Din knows he’s in trouble the moment he sees you outside. Not because he’s late or limping. Because you’re sitting on a big flag rock, smiling affectionately at where Grogu is pouncing on snails. He has the strange sensation of returning somewhere that's waiting to welcome him, of returning home.

 That drop in his stomach, that buzz in his chest tells him he’s in trouble. The kid has softened him so much more than he’d realized. Since when did Din desire a family? Worse, that faceless person caring for Grogu and giving him companionship is beginning to look a lot like you. Worst, he’s silently given up on the pursuit of your sister. You are just the latest way Naboo makes his job more difficult.

“Don’t let him eat too many of those. He won't stop until he throws them up,” Din says as he limps up to you.

You’re whipping around and standing in an instant. Relief washes over you, but worry still covers your face.

“Maker, I was afraid something happened,” you breathe as you look him up and down. 

“Sorry, I’m late.”

“Are you okay?” you ask, clocking his limp.

“I’m fine. I just need to sit,” he grunts. 

Suddenly, you’re ducking under his arm, tossing it over your shoulders. You place your own arm around his waist, the beskar so cold it stings. He hisses when the pressure of your hand irritates a sore spot on his side. You loosen your hold.

“Sorry,” you mumble and start to guide him into the house.

Grogu scurries in at your ankles, looking up worriedly at his father. You help him to the nearest seat in the living room. He sighs in relief.

“Are you hurt? Do you need a doctor?” You hover over him, not sure what to do.

He shakes his head slowly.

“I’m fine, I swear. I’m just… bruised.” 

“Is there anything I can do?”

Din studies your features for a second. You're so incredibly kind it’s almost funny. It almost feels fake. He kind of feels like he could reach out right now and you would poof out of existence like a cloud.

“The cot,” he grunts.

You nod and quickly go to retrieve it. Once the coffee table is out of the way, you set it up. Din moves onto it, laying back. Trying to rest in his full get-up looks uncomfortable, it always does.

“Let me help you get your armor off,” you say and reach toward his pauldron.

“No,” his hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist.

“Your flight suit and helmet can stay on, but all the external metal… I just think you'd rest easier without it,” you explain softly.

His gloved fingers remain around your wrist for a beat.

“Okay,” he agrees quietly.

You help him unfasten and take off the different bits of beskar. Piece by piece you peel back the Mandalorian’s shell, placing each shiny part gently on an empty seat. You even fold up his cape and hang the satchel that he had around him on the back of a chair. Din sighs once he’s able to fully settle back. It is a lot more comfortable without the armor. His helmet still props his neck at an awkward angle, but that's something he can deal with. It's something he has to deal with. 

“Will you tell me what happened to you, or are you going to just look at me silently from under that helmet like I can’t tell?” you ask, teasing lightly. 

Din is eternally grateful for the cover his helmet provides. His face is on fire and the helmet is swallowing the flames. 

“A Corellian welcome.”

You give him a look that says you aren't satisfied with that answer.

“I don't know what that means and you know it,” you cross your arms.

He does know it. Trying to circumvent the conversation, but appease you is a dirty Mandalorian trick. 

“Corellians say hello with their fists. They say hello harder when you’re after one of their friends,” he elaborates, hand crossing his body to brace his side at the memory of slamming into a table. 

“Remind me to never go there in my many travels.”

“I’ll do my best.”

You chuckle. Tension that you didn't know had gripped your shoulders eases. Sure, part of you was concerned because of Grogu. Both because you didn't want the kid to be an orphan and because you simply aren’t prepared to be a single parent. Watching the kid on your own for a couple of days at a time at most? Sure. Permanent and sole responsibility? No. A bigger slice of the concern goes to the Mandalorian himself. 

He’s been by more than a dozen times at this point. Each time you find yourself sinking further and further. You're up to your knees in him. Wading through uncharted waters, unsure you’ll ever reach the dock on the other side. Yet, each minute spent in his presence pushes you forward. His care for Grogu, his stories, the way you can tell he’s growing more comfortable around you when he jokes back. All little glimmers of light beneath the surface below your knees. Glimmers that lead your way.

“Inside my bag, front left pocket,” he tells you.

“What?” you stare at him dubiously.

“There’s something in there. Grab it.”

Without another word, you begin searching the soft leather bag. Grogu gurgles up at Din from beside the cot. Din drops a gloved hand over the side, allowing Grogu to take hold of it. The small gesture is what keeps gravity working on him, Din’s sure of it. All the aching, and the soreness, eases with the assurance that Grogu is okay. Proof of that is his tiny grip around Din’s thick gloved finger.

“What is this?”

In your hand is a smooth square piece of fabric. The size makes you think of a bandana, but the material is soft. It has an almost liquid quality to it. The colors are beautifully pigmented. A rich blue, a pattern of small white fish dotted all over, and a golden trim. This piece of fabric is likely the nicest thing you’ve ever held in your life.

“It’s for you,” he says like those three words explain everything.

“I- what?”

“It’s Corellian silk. Pieces that size are good for wrapping around your head. It keeps you cool, absorbs moisture, but stays soft,” he explains.

You can't tell if he’s peering at you through his visor. All you know is your mouth is slightly parted in awe. 

“I can’t possibly accept this.”

You begin to put it back, but he grunts in annoyance.

“Please.”

Your eyes bounce from the Corellian silk to the Mandalorian. It’s truly gorgeous and would do wonders when you’re painting on especially humid days. 

“I just wish I could thank you properly.”

“Just saying thank you is enough.”

You crack a small amused smile.

“I mean that I still don't know your name. Names are important to my people. I didn't want to push you, I know your people value boundaries and privacy.”

The Mandalorian is quiet for so long that you begin to worry. He can tell by the way the silk wrinkles in your grip. Right when you open your mouth to apologize for crossing the line, he speaks again.

“Din. My name is Din.” 

A wide relieved smile breaks out on your face. Din is starting to think that of all the stunning landscapes and views Naboo has to offer, your smile is his favorite.

“Thank you, Din. It’s beautiful. I’ve never felt anything like it,” childlike wonder invades your tone, “I’ve never owned something so nice before.” 

He watches you fold the fabric into a triangle then tie it around your head. It covers your head from your hairline back, leaving what’s left of the length of your hair pouring out the back. When your hair is fully out of your face, Din’s breath hitches. 

He gets an unobstructed view of your features, no distractions. The curves of your cheekbones and nose create a smooth mountainous backdrop for the lush valley that is the rest of your features. Every inch of your face makes Din think of the flourishing environment of Naboo. Especially because, like many of the people around here, you have an ageless quality about you. Something that’s shared with the planet itself and its architecture. This moment convinces Din that every good thing Naboo has to offer has accumulated in the mountains, mixed together, and created you.

“You look good. Nice things suit you,” Din comments once all his breath comes back to him. 

You are acutely aware of the heat that climbs up your neck until it reaches the tips of your ears. A small, coy smile appears on your lips. 

“Thank you,” your voice comes out hushed, but you can tell he hears. 

Grogu begins a free solo up Din’s arm. It’s clear it causes Din pain with the way he tenses, but he doesn't do anything to stop the kid. He’s a little bit of a pushover for the pint-sized menace, something that warms your heart. You quickly extract Grogu from Din’s arm, but not before he reaches his shoulder. Din relaxes when the weight and pressure of Grogu are lifted. Knowing the kid is now cooing and chirping in your arms provides an extra layer of relief. 

“Let’s let your dad rest, yeah?” You give Grogu raised eyebrows, looking for confirmation. 

Grogu’s ears lower in disappointment. Din really really likes when you call him Grogu’s dad. When you talk to the kid like his life is normal.

“I know we missed him, but we can terrorize him tomorrow,” your voice is honey-like. 

The words hit Din in his chest. Almost as hard as that Corellian bartender. 

“You missed me, huh?” A smirk toys at the corners of his lips.

Maker knows this helmet has made it impossible for him to school his expression at this point. There are certainly some tricks you can't teach an old dog. How to not show every single thought on your face is definitely one of them. Not after a lifetime of not having to.

“Don’t get too smug, now. It’s not becoming,” you chide playfully. 

A deep chuckle rumbles through Din’s chest. It lasts a second before turning into a pained hiss.

“Din, you're clearly not okay. Let me get you some ice at least.”

He gives a curt nod. Din watches you go to the kitchen, grab a dishcloth, and start digging in the icebox. You plop some ice in the cloth and tie it all up into a makeshift ice pack. Grogu watches curiously from your hip the entire time.

When you offer the ice to Din, Grogu nuzzles further into you. It almost feels like he’s thanking you for caring for his dad. Din accepts the ice and holds it to the bottom of his rib cage. A moment of deep thought crosses your face as you watch him, unaware that beneath that helmet he’s watching you as well.

“Stop,” he says suddenly.

“Stop what?” you furrow your brows.

“Stop worrying over me. We’ll be gone by morning, you don't have to worry.”

You shake your head.

“No, I’m not worried about you being here. I’m worried about you leaving too soon and making this worse. I can talk to Melda at the Inn about letting you use a bed if the cot-”

“Right, I forgot how you people are.”

It’s the wrong thing to say, Din knows as soon as it's out. You bristle. If you had fur, he’s sure he’d be watching your hackles raise.

“How us people are?” You question.

“I didn't mean anything by it,” he tries to diffuse the situation.

He only adds fuel to the flames. You take his words as dismissive rather than explanatory. 

“There’s no way to say that and not mean anything by it. What exactly are my people like?” you're more forceful this time, demanding an answer from him. 

A real answer, not some vague Mandalorian partial truth.

“Kind.”

The answer causes you to pause. Any building anger halts, any budding snap response disappears, and confusion takes both their places. 

“Kind?”

“Yes, kind. Any other planet and I would have already been at the Inn or my ship. The Grizmallti are known for treating their visitors like locals. You have a saying about it,” he explains. 

“Give to each child of Nabu as if you are giving to yourself,” you say softly.

“Mandalorians don’t have anything about giving. Mostly just taking. That's why I like it here.”

The thought is so incredibly comforting. Din likes being here because of the nature of you and your people, not despite it. You feel validated. What Din finds solace in is what drove Sola away. You can recall one of the last times you spoke to her. She spat venom when you attempted to reason with her Grizmallti roots. Scolded you for not living for yourself, for following the ways of Dee’ja Peak like a lemming. 

What she never understood is that you are living for yourself. You love your community and your way of life. Sure you’d like to expand your horizons. You'd like to explore the far reaches of the galaxy and see everything there is to see. Still, you always pictured yourself coming right back here when you’re done and continuing to care for those around you when you do so. There is nothing more fulfilling for you than caring about and for others. You have hope that if Din doesn't fully understand that now, he could in the future. 

“Have you ever thought about staying?” The question slips out before you can catch it.

“It’s not what we do.”

“What’s not?”

“Staying in one place.”

You simply nod. The silence gnaws at your ankles uncomfortably. You shift on your legs in an attempt to rid yourself of it. Grogu starts trying to climb up your torso. You chuckle as you let him. He clambers up until he’s holding onto your head and standing on your shoulder. You tilt your head to give him more room and reach up to steady him with your hands. Din watches fondly as the ice does its job.

“Have you ever thought about leaving?” he asks.

Your gaze snaps back over to him. A small, almost sad smile appears.

“All the time,” you admit.

“Why don’t you?” 

“It’s not that simple. Like you said, people don't leave here often.”

You lift Grogu off of your shoulder where he was playing with the silk on your head. The sun has fully set outside. Trilling can be heard through the windows from the bugs. You set Grogu into his pod. He lays back easily, pooped, and is ready for sleep. 

“That doesn't mean they don't leave at all,” Din points out gently. 

The pod shuts itself as Grogu drifts off. No doubt dreaming about those pesky snails. You finally allow yourself to sit, taking the seat beside where Din lays. 

“I suppose it doesn't,” you sigh.

“Why don't you?” He repeats his question.

You open and close your mouth a couple of times with false starts. A frown settles in when you can't find an excuse that satisfies you.

“I don’t know… I’m scared, I guess.”

“Scared of what?”

“I’ve never been further than the river. I know it probably sounds silly to someone who travels for a living, but I’m afraid I won't make it home if I leave,” your voice is pillow soft and contemplative. 

Din takes a steadying inhale through his nose. Then he places a heavy gloved hand on your knee. As his heart pounds in his chest, he gives a comforting squeeze. 

“That’s not silly.”

You swallow the lump that’s suddenly in your throat. This is the first time you find yourself wishing you could see Din’s face. The beskar has always just been a part of him. Now that all of it but his helmet is shedded it fully hits you. There is someone underneath all that armor. Someone with skin that isn't blaster-proof. Someone whose body is likely warm rather than icy to the touch. Someone whose face is looking at you, reassuring you, and making an expression you’ll never be able to see. Oh, how you long to see how he looks at you. 

“Thank you, Din.”

You place your hand over his. The material is rough to the touch, but it still comforts you. It’s still Din’s hand bridging a gap that’s never been bridged before. He’s offering a tender touch that you’ve only seen him give to Grogu.

“I’d ensure you make it home,” he states.

All you can do is blink at him for a moment. 

“What are you saying?” you ask it slowly, beating down the rising hope and heartbeat. 

“You can come with us. I’ll keep you safe.”

His voice is certain and unwavering. That hope you were beating down wins, bursting into your chest. The smile that grows on your face is blinding and breathtaking. Din has the terrifying thought that he would do whatever he can to make you continue smiling like that.

“Are you sure I won’t slow you down?”

“I already travel with a child. You’ll be easy.”

You nod enthusiastically. Dank farrik, Din must be absolutely melting in his helmet. There’s no other reason his brain is short-circuiting like this.

“I guess this way you don't have to come all the way back to Nabu to bring me gifts,” you tease. 

Another circuit in Din’s brain pops.

“That’s one way of looking at it.”

“Where would we go first?” 

“Mos Eisley first, then wherever the bounty takes us.”

“Mos Eisley?” You ask feeling just a bit stupid.

“Tatooine.”

You nod thinking of what to pack. Tatooine is a desert planet, but you’ll be going to places of all temperatures and weather. At the same time, you don't want to pack too heavy. How are you going to fit all your art supplies into a bag? Will there even be room on his ship?

“My easel and supplies, will there be room? I suppose I can always just stick to sketching and paint when I get back,” you mumble the end to yourself.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make room.”

A small gesture that carries such big implications for how you’ll fit into his life from here on out. Din will no longer be entering your space. You won't be the one adjusting and making room. He will. Din is going to alter everything about his life so you can fit neatly in it. 

“Y’know, that’s the first time you’ve told me not to worry that actually made me stop worrying,” you muse. 

“You worry too much.”

His hand squeezes your knee further. 

“It’s hard not to with you two around,” you tease with a playful smile.

You can't hear it, but you can see the light chuckle move in his chest. 

“You should hit the rack. Big day tomorrow,” Din says softly.

He gives your knee one last squeeze before removing it. Your knee is suddenly cold. Din misses the warmth he was able to barely feel through his glove. He wonders how warm you are without the glove.

“Big day, indeed.”

***

You don't mention saying goodbye to any family the next morning. Din doesn't ask. If your sister is any indication, family is likely a sore topic. You hug various people as you walk to Dee’ja Port. Din recognizes Gus, who sends you away with a basket of bread and a firm order not to forget to eat. Another person you introduce as Luka gives you a bottle of spotchka. Then Melda, the woman Din spoke to at the Inn, shoves over a rolled-up blanket. It seems to be made of every hue in a Naboo sunset and woven together with thick soft yarn. He watches your eyes widen.

“Melda, you must need this. I can't take it,” you say and attempt to hand it back.

Melda shakes her head and holds her hand up to stop you.

“We have plenty. I want you to have a piece of home with you when you need it. Nothing more Dee'ja Peak than one of my blankets,” she insists.

You give her an extra tight hug. When you set off again you explain to Din that the blanket is one used on the beds in the Inn. Melda hand makes them. She sells them during festivals and sometimes even takes commissions. They’re expensive, though. They take a lot of work and material. Her giving you one is a heart-swelling gesture. 

All in all, it takes the two of you twenty-five minutes to make the ten-minute walk to Dee’ja Port. Every few buildings someone is stopping you to give you a hug and wish you well. Din and Grogu watch in silent awe at the sheer amount of love you are showered with on your way out. 

Dee’ja Port houses four bays and cheap docking. The Razor Crest is sitting in the furthest bay. He leads you to her, telling you what she’s called. It feels like he’s nervously introducing you to a family member. You give him a warm smile that you then direct to the Crest. You place a gentle hand on the side of her body.

“It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen,” you hum.

Din chuckles, drawing your attention.

“She’s a piece of garbage, but she’s our piece of garbage,” he says.

He helps you to secure your things in the cargo hold. Priority is to take off, then you can figure out where exactly everything will go. It’s strange imagining him existing in this space. While you can see him in the way everything is organized, there’s nothing else that feels like Din. 

From the cargo hold you pass the small living quarters and climb up into the cockpit. You sit to Din’s right, Grogu on your lap. Grogu coos and reaches out to the left. When you follow his little hand you find your drawings on the back wall. The one you drew of Din and Grogu that first morning and the silly little crayon sketch. Your face heats up.

“I didn't think you hung them up,” you comment. 

Din glances at you and then over his other shoulder. 

“Oh- the-,” he clears his throat a little, “the kid really likes them.” 

You smile as Din faces forward. Din swears his beskar must be red and gooey with how hot his skin is. 

“Awe, you like my drawings, Grogu?” you coo down at the kid. 

He looks up at you with his ears perked up, gurgling. 

“I’m glad because there’s only going to be more,” you say, eyes darting up to where Din is flipping switches and pressing buttons. 

Grogu coos happily. The Crest roars to life, causing you to jump a bit.

“Sorry,” Din mumbles as he continues readying the ship. 

When the ship starts to move it really sinks in. You’re leaving Dee’ja Peak. You’re leaving Nabu. Din looks at you over his shoulder. You can see your reflection in his visor, wide-eyed and anxious.

“Ready?” Din asks.

You take a deep breath.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Din nods and looks forward again. Another few flips and clicks then the ship is off. As you leave your home and everyone you know behind, your eyes stay glued on the beskar-clad man in front of you. You watch him open up an entire galaxy of possibilities to you for no reason other than the desire to do so. The blue of the atmosphere gives way to an endless expanse of stars, but you’re sure the brightest of them all is in this cockpit with you.

[thehierophage]

Holy Day Meditation for 4/10/21 e.v. - The Feast for the Third Day of the Writing of the Book of the Law

April 10, 2021 æ.v. Dies Saturnii, 

☉︎ 20° ♈︎ : ☽︎ 4° ♈︎ : ♄ : Ⅴⅴⅰⅰ 

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. 

The Feast for the Third Day of the Writing of the Book of the Law, The Greater Feast of Saint Swinburne, The Day of Aleph, The Day of the Fool 

Hebrew Letter: Aleph 

Numerical Value as Letter: 1 

Numerical Value as Word: 111/831 (Aleph+Lamed+Peh / Aleph+Lamed+Peh [fin.]) or 117/837 (Aleph+Lamed+Vav+Peh / Aleph+Lamed+Vav+Peh [fin.]) 

Meaning: Ox. 

Thoth Card: The Fool (Atu 0) 

Alternate Title: The Spirit of Aethyr. 

Image: 

Correspondences: 

Tree of Life Path Association: Key 11 - Chokmah to Kether (from Sephira 2-1) 

Astrological Sign: - 

Element: Air 

Egyptian Godforms: Hoor-pa-kraat, Mout, Shu, Tefnut 

Geomantic Figure: Those of Airy Triplicity 

Gemstones: Topaz, Chalcedony 

Perfumes: Galbanum, Pinus, Gum Arabic, Mastic, Anise and all fresh odors. 

Plants: Aspen, Peppermint, Lime, Linden, Pennyroyal 

Animals: Eagle, Man (Cherub of Air), Ox 

Colors: 

King Scale – Bright pale yellow 

Queen Scale – Sky blue 

Prince Scale – Blue emerald green 

Princess Scale – Emerald, flecked gold 

The Secret Instruction of the Master:

Know Naught! All ways are lawful to Innocence. Pure folly is the Key to Initiation. Silence breaks into Rapture. Be neither man nor woman, but both in one. Be silent, Babe in the Egg of Blue, that thou mayest grow to bear the Lance and Graal! Wander alone, and sing! In the King's Palace his daughter awaits thee.

Mnemonic:

Truth, laughter, lust: Wine's Holy Fool! Veil rent, Lewd madness is sublime enlightenment.

Recommended Text for Meditation:

Liber AL vel Legis sub figura CCXX, Cap. 3

The Book of the Law Liber AL vel Legis sub figura CCXX

as delivered by XCIII = 418 to DCLXVI

III

1. Abrahadabra; the reward of Ra Hoor Khut.

2. There is division hither homeward; there is a word not known. Spelling is defunct; all is not aught. Beware! Hold! Raise the spell of Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

3. Now let it be first understood that I am a god of War and of Vengeance. I shall deal hardly with them.

4. Choose ye an island!

5. Fortify it!

6. Dung it about with enginery of war!

7. I will give you a war-engine.

8. With it ye shall smite the peoples; and none shall stand before you.

9. Lurk! Withdraw! Upon them! this is the Law of the Battle of Conquest: thus shall my worship be about my secret house.

10. Get the stele of revealing itself; set it in thy secret temple -- and that temple is already aright disposed -- & it shall be your Kiblah for ever. It shall not fade, but miraculous colour shall come back to it day after day. Close it in locked glass for a proof to the world.

11. This shall be your only proof. I forbid argument. Conquer! That is enough. I will make easy to you the abstruction from the ill-ordered house in the Victorious City. Thou shalt thyself convey it with worship, o prophet, though thou likest it not. Thou shalt have danger & trouble. Ra-Hoor-Khu is with thee. Worship me with fire & blood; worship me with swords & with spears. Let the woman be girt with a sword before me: let blood flow to my name. Trample down the Heathen; be upon them, o warrior, I will give you of their flesh to eat!

12. Sacrifice cattle, little and big: after a child.

13. But not now.

14. Ye shall see that hour, o blessed Beast, and thou the Scarlet Concubine of his desire!

15. Ye shall be sad thereof.

16. Deem not too eagerly to catch the promises; fear not to undergo the curses. Ye, even ye, know not this meaning all.

17. Fear not at all; fear neither men nor Fates, nor gods, nor anything. Money fear not, nor laughter of the folk folly, nor any other power in heaven or upon the earth or under the earth. Nu is your refuge as Hadit your light; and I am the strength, force, vigour, of your arms.

18. Mercy let be off; damn them who pity! Kill and torture; spare not; be upon them!

19. That stele they shall call the Abomination of Desolation; count well its name, & it shall be to you as 718.

20. Why? Because of the fall of Because, that he is not there again.

21. Set up my image in the East: thou shalt buy thee an image which I will show thee, especial, not unlike the one thou knowest. And it shall be suddenly easy for thee to do this.

22. The other images group around me to support me: let all be worshipped, for they shall cluster to exalt me. I am the visible object of worship; the others are secret; for the Beast & his Bride are they: and for the winners of the Ordeal x. What is this? Thou shalt know.

23. For perfume mix meal & honey & thick leavings of red wine: then oil of Abramelin and olive oil, and afterward soften & smooth down with rich fresh blood.

24. The best blood is of the moon, monthly: then the fresh blood of a child, or dropping from the host of heaven: then of enemies; then of the priest or of the worshippers: last of some beast, no matter what.

25. This burn: of this make cakes & eat unto me. This hath also another use; let it be laid before me, and kept thick with perfumes of your orison: it shall become full of beetles as it were and creeping things sacred unto me.

26. These slay, naming your enemies; & they shall fall before you.

27. Also these shall breed lust & power of lust in you at the eating thereof.

28. Also ye shall be strong in war.

29. Moreover, be they long kept, it is better; for they swell with my force. All before me.

30. My altar is of open brass work: burn thereon in silver or gold!

31. There cometh a rich man from the West who shall pour his gold upon thee.

32. From gold forge steel!

33. Be ready to fly or to smite!

34. But your holy place shall be untouched throughout the centuries: though with fire and sword it be burnt down & shattered, yet an invisible house there standeth, and shall stand until the fall of the Great Equinox; when Hrumachis shall arise and the double-wanded one assume my throne and place. Another prophet shall arise, and bring fresh fever from the skies; another woman shall awakethe lust & worship of the Snake; another soul of God and beast shall mingle in the globed priest; another sacrifice shall stain the tomb; another king shall reign; and blessing no longer be poured To the Hawk-headed mystical Lord!

35. The half of the word of Heru-ra-ha, called Hoor-pa-kraat and Ra-Hoor-Khut.

36. Then said the prophet unto the God:

37. I adore thee in the song -- I am the Lord of Thebes, and I The inspired forth-speaker of Mentu; For me unveils the veiled sky, The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu Whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet Thy presence, O Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

Unity uttermost showed! I adore the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee: -- I, I adore thee!

Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or still me! Aum! let it fill me!

38. So that thy light is in me; & its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters, (these are the adorations, as thou hast written), as it is said:

The light is mine; its rays consume Me: I have made a secret door Into the House of Ra and Tum, Of Khephra and of Ahathoor. I am thy Theban, O Mentu, The prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu!

By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat; By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell. Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit! Bid me within thine House to dwell, O winged snake of light, Hadit! Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

39. All this and a book to say how thou didst come hither and a reproduction of this ink and paper for ever -- for in it is the word secret & not only in the English -- and thy comment upon this the Book of the Law shall be printed beautifully in red ink and black upon beautiful paper made by hand; and to each man and woman that thou meetest, were it but to dine or to drink at them, it is the Law to give. Then they shall chance to abide in this bliss or no; it is no odds. Do this quickly!

40. But the work of the comment? That is easy; and Hadit burning in thy heart shall make swift and secure thy pen.

41. Establish at thy Kaaba a clerk-house: all must be done well and with business way.

42. The ordeals thou shalt oversee thyself, save only the blind ones. Refuse none, but thou shalt know & destroy the traitors. I am Ra-Hoor-Khuit; and I am powerful to protect my servant. Success is thy proof: argue not; convert not; talk not over much! Them that seek to entrap thee, to overthrow thee, them attack without pity or quarter; & destroy them utterly. Swift as a trodden serpent turn and strike! Be thou yet deadlier than he! Drag down their souls to awful torment: laugh at their fear: spit upon them!

43. Let the Scarlet Woman beware! If pity and compassion and tenderness visit her heart; if she leave my work to toy with old sweetnesses; then shall my vengeance be known. I will slay me her child: I will alienate her heart: I will cast her out from men: as a shrinking and despised harlot shall she crawl through dusk wet streets, and die cold and an-hungered.

44. But let her raise herself in pride! Let her follow me in my way! Let her work the work of wickedness! Let her kill her heart! Let her be loud and adulterous! Let her be covered with jewels, and rich garments, and let her be shameless before all men!

45. Then will I lift her to pinnacles of power: then will I breed from her a child mightier than all the kings of the earth. I will fill her with joy: with my force shall she see & strike at the worship of Nu: she shall achieve Hadit.

46. I am the warrior Lord of the Forties: the Eighties cower before me, & are abased. I will bring you to victory & joy: I will be at your arms in battle & ye shall delight to slay. Success is your proof; courage is your armour; go on, go on, in my strength; & ye shall turn not back for any!

47. This book shall be translated into all tongues: but always with the original in the writing of the Beast; for in the chance shape of the letters and their position to one another: in these are mysteries that no Beast shall divine. Let him not seek to try: but one cometh after him, whence I say not, who shall discover the Key of it all. Then this line drawn is a key: then this circle squared in its failure is a key also. And Abrahadabra. It shall be his child & that strangely. Let him not seek after this; for thereby alone can he fall from it.

48. Now this mystery of the letters is done, and I want to go on to the holier place.

49. I am in a secret fourfold word, the blasphemy against all gods of men.

50. Curse them! Curse them! Curse them!

51. With my Hawk's head I peck at the eyes of Jesus as he hangs upon the cross.

52. I flap my wings in the face of Mohammed & blind him.

53. With my claws I tear out the flesh of the Indian and the Buddhist, Mongol and Din.

54. Bahlasti! Ompehda! I spit on your crapulous creeds.

55. Let Mary inviolate be torn upon wheels: for her sake let all chaste women be utterly despised among you!

56. Also for beauty's sake and love's!

57. Despise also all cowards; professional soldiers who dare not fight, but play; all fools despise!

58. But the keen and the proud, the royal and the lofty; ye are brothers!

59. As brothers fight ye!

60. There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.

61. There is an end of the word of the God enthroned in Ra's seat, lightening the girders of the soul.

62. To Me do ye reverence! to me come ye through tribulation of ordeal, which is bliss.

63. The fool readeth this Book of the Law, and its comment; & he understandeth it not.

64. Let him come through the first ordeal, & it will be to him as silver.

65. Through the second, gold.

66. Through the third, stones of precious water.

67. Through the fourth, ultimate sparks of the intimate fire.

68. Yet to all it shall seem beautiful. Its enemies who say not so, are mere liars.

69. There is success.

70. I am the Hawk-Headed Lord of Silence & of Strength; my nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky.

71. Hail! ye twin warriors about the pillars of the world! for your time is nigh at hand.

72. I am the Lord of the Double Wand of Power; the wand of the Force of Coph Nia--but my left hand is empty, for I have crushed an Universe; & nought remains.

73. Paste the sheets from right to left and from top to bottom: then behold!

74. There is a splendour in my name hidden and glorious, as the sun of midnight is ever the son.

75. The ending of the words is the Word Abrahadabra.

The Book of the Law is Written

and Concealed.

Aum. Ha.

Love is the law, love under will.

[orthodoxydaily]

Saints&Reading: Mon., Aug., 16, 2021

 August 16 / August 3 

THE MONKS ISAAC, DALMATIUS AND FAUSTUS (5th c.)

The Monks Isaac, Dalmatius and Faustus were hegumens of a Dalmatian monastery. The Monk Dalmatius had served in the army of the holy nobleborn emperor Theodosius the Great (379-395) and gained his notice. Having left the world somewhere between the years 381-383, the Monk Dalmatius together with his son Faustus went to the monastery of the Monk Isaac near Constantinople. The Monk Isaac vowed father and son into monasticism, and they both began to lead a strict ascetic life. Once during Great Lent the Monk Dalmatius did not partake of food during the course of 40 days, and later having regained his strength, he was vouchsafed worthy of a Divine vision. Having drawn near the end of his earthly life, the Monk Isaac put in his place as monastery head the Monk Dalmatius, through whose name the monastery became known as the Dalmatian.      The Monk Dalmatius showed himself a zealous proponent of the Orthodox faith at the III OEcumenical Council at Ephesus (431), which censured the heresy of Nestorius.

     After the Council the holy fathers elevated the Monk Dalmatius to the dignity of archimandrite of the Dalmatian monastery, at which he died at age ninety (after year 446).      About the Monk Faustus is known that he, like his father, was a great ascetic and in monastic deeds he particularly excelled at fasting. After the death of his father, Faustus became hegumen of the monastery.

© 1996-2001 by translator Fr. S. Janos.

THE MONK KOSMA THE HERMIT (6th c.)

     The Monk Kosma the Hermit lived during the VI Century in the Tharan wilderness in Palestine. An account of the Bikaneia presbyter Abba Basil about the Monk Kosma is located in the book "Spiritual Meadow" compiled by the Monk John Moskhos. He was strict of fasting, a firm defender of the Orthodox faith and Church dogmas, and profoundly knowledgeable in Holy Scripture and the works of the Church fathers. The Monk Kosma particularly revered the works of Sainted Athanasias the Great and told those to whom he spoke: "If thou comest across a word of Saint Atanasias and hast not paper, write it down upon thy clothing". He had the habit to stand at prayer all night Saturday through Sunday. Having once come to Antioch, he died there. The patriarch buried his body at his monastery. Abba Basil relates, that when he came to venerate at the grave of Saint Kosma, he found there a beggar, who told him: "It is a great elder, which ye have buried here!", and he explained that he lay as a cripple for 12 years and received healing through the prayers of Saint Kosma.

© 1996-2001 by translator Fr. S. Janos.

SALOME THE HOLY MYRRH-BEARER (1st. c.)

The great and holy myrrh-bearer Salome was one of the women disciples of Jesus. She was the daughter of St. Joseph the Betrothed and his first wife (who was also named Salome), making the Theotokos her step-mother. She married Zebedee and became the mother of the Apostles James and John. Her feast day is celebrated on August 3. As one of the myrrh-bearing women who brought spices to Christ's tomb and found it empty, she is celebrated as one who first brought tidings of the Resurrection to the world, especially on the Sunday of Myrrh-bearing Women. She was mentioned in the bible four times.

MATTHEW 18:1-11

1 At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, "Who then is greatest in the kingdom of heaven?" 2 Then Jesus called a little child to Him, set him in the midst of them, 3 and said, "Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven. 4 Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. 5 Whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me. 6 But whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to sin, it would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were drowned in the depth of the sea.  7Woe to the world because of offenses! For offenses must come, but woe to that man by whom the offense comes! 8 If your hand or foot causes you to sin, cut it off and cast it from you. It is better for you to enter into life lame or maimed, rather than having two hands or two feet, to be cast into the everlasting fire.And if your eye causes you to sin, pluck it out and cast it from you. It is better for you to enter into life with one eye, rather than having two eyes, to be cast into hell fire.10 Take heed that you do not despise one of these little ones, for I say to you that in heaven their angels always see the face of My Father who is in heaven. 11 For the Son of Man has come to save that which was lost.

CORINTHIANS 1:10-18

10 Now I plead with you, brethren, by the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that you all speak the same thing, and that there be no divisions among you, but that you be perfectly joined together in the same mind and in the same judgment. 11 For it has been declared to me concerning you, my brethren, by those of Chloe's household, that there are contentions among you. 12 Now I say this, that each of you says, "I am of Paul," or "I am of Apollos," or "I am of Cephas," or "I am of Christ." 13 Is Christ divided? Was Paul crucified for you? Or were you baptized in the name of Paul? 14 I thank God that I baptized none of you except Crispus and Gaius, 15 lest anyone should say that I had baptized in my own name. 16 Yes, I also baptized the household of Stephanas. Besides, I do not know whether I baptized any other. 17 For Christ did not send me to baptize, but to preach the gospel, not with wisdom of words, lest the cross of Christ should be made of no effect. 18 For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.

[flcshbangin]

@warpulse​ | i like writing five times kissed things so i thought i’d start with that​

i.)

usually, the most gorgeous and stunning things in life are also the most dangerous. there’s beauty to be behold in a storm, sweeping over the lands to leave destruction in it’s path. there’s beauty to be behold in the eyes of a fierce animal, just getting ready for the killing blow. there’s beauty to be behold in fire licking up and devouring whatever it reaches.

comparing someone such as jack morrison to these things might seem a little out of place, maybe. especially when it’s the golden strike team all together – amari fits the description of an slender animal just waiting for the right time to rip someone’s throat out better; reyes is fire that burns all that it touches – but jack? jack is calm in the way a storm is. the softness right before it, but you can already see the force of nature coming up.

it’s one thing that makes people underestimate him, maybe. the un for sure – jesse has never been one for politics much, not in that high up and holier-than-thou attitude these people would play, but he can read between lines, and it’s clear they thought that this was their best shot to have someone they could rope into their biding, and they couldn’t have been more wrong. he knows this already three weeks into being on base, and after a total of seeing the man in person four times; combining to less than ten minutes overall. he also knows that, no matter what reyes says, if jack hadn’t liked him in some way, then there wouldn’t have been any deal. sure, his new commanding officer would say different, but it shows in subtle ways, and all the same unmistakable.

(don’t. don’t make things harder on yourself by pretending there is something when there’s not. you’re imagining, and that’s only going to complicate things.)

passing by the office, the door a rare sight by being ajar, he grins at the strike commander and blows a kiss in his direction – something not entirely atypical, but maybe still uncalled for given how unsteady his own position here is at this point still. figures the man won’t notice anyway; if he’s another thing, it’s constantly wrapped up in work.

so the brief smile? not directed at him.

 ii.)

he has seen him in action, alright. not often – blackwatch doesn’t often run operations with overwatch, but they sometimes lend one or two their agents to them. not the other way around, too risky. still, even then, the strike commander himself is obviously rarely with them on the field.

it takes no genius to know that he would rather be there than talk to the politicians who want to talk over everything a hundred and a thousand times, even more so when critical thinking and fast acting are of utmost importance. they don’t care about the individual lives on the line; as long as the numbers say under a certain threshold, they don’t care.

a more idealistic person than jesse might have condemned them, but he knows enough to understand that the greater good has to outweigh the smaller one; even if he doesn’t like it. he’s an optimist and a romantic, but he’s also a killer. a weapon to reyes and blackwatch as much as the gun in his own hand, and just because he occasionally works for overwatch instead doesn’t make it a hammer instead. destroy, not build.

(he wished differently.)

still, the very rare time one could witness jack? it was truly a sight to behold. a whole different man than the one behind the desk. fierce and efficient and breathtaking; a stunning spectacle. it makes it difficult to concentrate on anything else, really.

a storm made man.

on the transport back, the glow has somewhat faded, but it doesn’t make him less dangerous, or less admirable. exhausted, but in good spirits. they didn’t loose anyone today. the smirk he wears while mentioning that he’ll be watched with hawk’s eyes again so he doesn’t sneak off to fight himself again makes him look ten years younger, and jesse yearns, and the only way he knows to express this is with smart remarks and flirtations that could count as jokes, even though they very much aren’t. nervousness makes them more frequent with each smile and even laugh, and he wonders, briefly, if he died out there after all and this is both heaven and hell at once.

(you wouldn’t go to heaven, don’t fool yourself.)

he all but flees as soon as they arrive back home, and takes the longest cold shower of his life, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t still seeing him in front of his inner eye; transfixed on his lips, and he wonders, not for the first time, he’d imagine what it’d be like to kiss him.

by the time he falls asleep, later, he needs another shower.

 iii.)

it comes expected, and not at all.

when they actually do come together, it’s a whirl of it’s own, but at the very same time, it happens slowly, deliberately. there’s method to the destruction that happens within his heart, and he wonders, not for the first time, if this is reality or if he’s dying and his brain produces just what it had summoned countless times before, but adds new details here and there.

(ground yourself.)

(five things you see.)

the intense blueness of jack’s eyes, burning into his. his hair, disheveled. his very own hand, on the other’s hip. the very much closed door. that smirk that seems both sappy and absolutely shit eating.

(four things you feel.)

the shirt under his hand, stretching over defined muscle. the warmth of another body far too close and impossibly far. fingers in his hair, over the back of his neck, not pulling or pushing, but just… there. nice. lips on his, hot and pulsing and real.

(three things you hear.)

the rushing of his own blood in his ears. rustling of clothes against each other. shared breath, a bit heavy from a lack of oxygen.

(two things you can smell.)

a mixture of ink, cologne and gunpowder, just beneath it. the lingering smell of forgotten coffee.

(one thing you can taste.)

him. all over – deep and rich and unlike anyone else jesse has kissed before in his life – which doesn’t include a lot of people, but it’s still different, and in such a good way. a taste he could and might drown in, that absolutely fills his lungs.

real.

he almost laughs, but doesn’t because he doesn’t want to ruin the moment, and presses in again.

 iv.)

it’s late. the clock ticks away with its arms far closer to morning already than they are to the previous evening, but that’s nothing new. they both don’t sleep a lot, for many of the same and many different reasons. besides, they usually do this late, when there’s nobody to ask questions. it’s not that they hide because they want to, but there’s questions that doesn’t need to be asked. it’s easier in the overall picture. it’s better in case someone decides to poke around and make shit up that isn’t there. it’s easy to read into it with their vastly differing positions, but there’s nothing to it there. and neither wants anyone to put their nose into things that don’t belong to them.

it’s not that he doesn’t wonder, occasionally. what it would be like; being just about anyone where nobody cares who you want to spend your life with. actually, having a life to spend with someone, not just evenings between exhaustion and wars, be they real or on paper.

no question: he loves this man. he would go through hell for him. might even already do it, even if jack is unaware of some of the things he does to keep him safe. surely, the other way around too. maybe even more so. they don’t talk about it much; bad enough to weight it on one’s conscious, no need to share those burdens in detail. they do without words.

it might, at some point, prove to be a problem, but for now? for now it’s easy to drown out the voices and the whispers and the doubts with a gentle kiss, and soft touches, and the affirmation that feelings are shared, and returned.

(when has love alone ever been enough?)

 v.)

the world is going to hell.

less literal than the last time. maybe not even the entire world. no, definitely not the entire world – just his entire world. just the part that matters most to him.

they try talking, but it never works out. they don’t listen to each other. they never learned how to. maybe if they did from the start – no secrets kept, no parts of themselves still hidden underneath layers laid bare already, then maybe this could be saved. but the path they move on only holds doom.

in his mind, he begs. come with me. leave this all behind. we can start new, somewhere else where nobody knows who we are.

nonsense, of course, there’s nowhere they would be able to escape to. and even if: there’s no way he would come.

there are two options: he stays, with him. on a path that’s self destructive at best, caught between two opposing forces, and he will get crushed in between. in a way, fitting – he decided to move into the storm, nest in its heart, so it’s only fair if it tears out his very own. poetic, if you will. and maybe have a moment of peace before the end.

the other part – he leaves. breaks both their hearts for sure, but with some luck, it breaks the habit just enough for the man he loves to readjust his look at the world, and see what’s wrong. jesse can’t tell, he never could tell right from wrong, but jack did, once upon a time, and maybe he could again.

(that’s the lie that sets in his heart. truth is: he’s a coward, and he cannot stand watching the love of his life destroy himself even further. that’s what really breaks him here.)

seeing him less and less, he wonders if his absence would even be noticed. if he is, by now, anything but another voice to argue against, and a weight in the bed that’s barely shared anymore.

when he kisses jack now, it’s not warmth of liquid sunshine anymore, or the rich bitterness of his coffee. he tastes of ash, and a harsh winter. jesse’s heart bleeds, but he cannot watch them both rot away to nothingness. he can’t.

he leaves, in the first rays of the day, but he leaves his heart in their bed. it had been there for far longer than he had been.

 addendum.)

he hadn’t been at the funeral. too risky, even if he hated himself for it.

when he finally visits, it’s quiet. no wind at all. maybe that’s fitting. maybe. he doesn’t know anymore. he doesn’t know a lot of things these days.

he spends longer than he should. no words leave his lips – he does talk, just not out loud. if the words left his mouth without reply, he might as well just open up the earth and join the man he loved, and whom he left behind without any regard of how he might feel about it.

he wishes he could apologize.

he wishes, he wishes but oh – the wind is gone, and all that remains is an eerie silence, ringing in his ears, scorching the hollow hole inside his chest where once a heart rested. quiet.

[thefugitivesaint]

Edwin Austin Abbey (1852-1911), 'The Penance of Eleanor, Duchess of Gloucester', 1900 ”In Act II, Scene iii, of Henry VI, Part 2, Eleanor, Duchess of Gloucester, is accused of witchcraft. Her supposed co-conspirators are to be executed, but she is exiled to the Isle of Man. In Scene iv she is forced to do public penance. The directions say, "Enter the Duchess barefoot in a white sheet, with verses pinned upon her back and a taper burning in her hand, with the Sheriff and Officers and Sir John Stanley. A crowd following." She gets no help from her husband Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, the uncle of Henry VI and the Protector of the young king; Gloucester advises, "Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief." Eleanor then foretells the fall of her husband through the machinations of his enemies Suffolk, York and Cardinal Beaufort. Abbey, with his usual attention to the text and to historical detail, captures the poignancy of the moment when Eleanor, frail, humiliated and abandoned, prophesies: Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself! For whilst I think I am thy married wife And thou a prince, protector of this land, Methinks I should not thus be led along, Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back, And followed with a rabble that rejoice To see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans. The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet, And when I start, the envious people laugh And bid me be advised how I tread. Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke? Trow'st thou that e'er I'll look upon the world, Or count them happy that enjoy the sun? No; dark shall be my light and night my day; To think upon my pomp shall be my hell. Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphrey's wife, And he a prince and ruler of the land: Yet so he ruled and such a prince he was As he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess, Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock To every idle rascal follower. But be thou mild and blush not at my shame, Nor stir at nothing till the axe of death Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will; For Suffolk, he that can do all in all With her that hateth thee and hates us all, And York and impious Beaufort, that false priest, Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings, And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee: But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared, Nor never seek prevention of thy foes. Source

[harry-leroy]

Top 5 soliloquies? Could be from Shakespeare or whatever else :)

Thank you so much for this ask! I appreciate it! I’ll do some from Shakespeare (and probably some from Oscar Wilde let’s be real about ourselves tonight >-

1) I AM STRAIGHT UP NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME (The Tempest) 

All the infections that the sun sucks upFrom bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make himBy inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear meAnd yet I needs must curse. But they’ll nor pinch,Fright me with urchin—shows, pitch me i’ the mire,Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the darkOut of my way, unless he bid ’em; butFor every trifle are they set upon me;Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at meAnd after bite me, then like hedgehogs whichLie tumbling in my barefoot way and mountTheir pricks at my footfall; sometime am IAll wound with adders who with cloven tonguesDo hiss me into madness.

- Caliban; The Tempest (2.2.) 

Okay I love everything about the language in this play, but some of Caliban’s speeches are the best places to find these fantastic descriptions of the island that we’re on. Better yet, the way that he describes Ariel and the other spirits is so fascinating to me - it makes me wonder about where Ariel comes from, it makes me want to dive into the psychology (which is exactly what I’m doing for #ProjectTempest which is now #ProjectAriel). There’s a sense of militarism that comes from the spirits. They organize themselves into a hierarchy, with Ariel captaining the whole brigade, and not to mention, some of the things that they do are seen, at least in my eyes, as incredibly violent. In my project concerning Ariel, I am trying to dig into why we see Ariel as morally better than Caliban, even though he does some rather tortuous things, and this speech is full of them. I’m currently reading W.H. Auden’s The Sea and the Mirror, which is a poem that explores duality in The Tempest, using primarily Caliban (who represents the earth) and Ariel (who represents the sky). Auden made this incredible chart using these two ideas as ends of a spectrum, and he calls them both “HELL” (I’ll see if I can find the chart somewhere and upload it eventually because it is fascinating). Ahh, I just love this play so much. 

2) #EXPOSED (Love’s Labour’s Lost) 

Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me!Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reproveThese worms for loving, that art most in love?Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tearsThere is no certain princess that appears;You’ll not be perjured, ‘tis a hateful thing;Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting!But are you not ashamed? nay, are you not,All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot?You found his mote; the king your mote did see;But I a beam do find in each of three.O, what a scene of foolery have I seen,Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow and of teen!O me, with what strict patience have I sat,To see a king transformed to a gnat!To see great Hercules whipping a gig,And profound Solomon to tune a jig,And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,And critic Timon laugh at idle toys!Where lies thy grief, O, tell me, good Dumain?And gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain?And where my liege’s? all about the breast:A caudle, ho!

- Berowne; Love’s Labour’s Lost (4.3.) 

THIS SCENE. It will always make me laugh, and cry, and feel every human emotion in the book. God, I love it so much. Can we talk about how ridiculous these boys are? Berowne has such a superiority complex - he’s always off by himself, probably musing to himself, even when he isn’t trying to keep secrets from his three best friends. So when he’s found his chance to have a laugh, he takes it. And can we talk about the language in this play? So fun, absolute joy to read. It makes me cry sometimes I won’t lie. I adore these boys, and I adore how everyone gangs up on Dumaine because Dumaine is the baby (and of course he goes after Katharine because why shouldn’t he?) and I will die on this hill. I love this play so much. 

3) DOUBT COMES IN (Lady Windermere’s Fan) 

How horrible!  I understand now what Lord Darlington meant by the imaginary instance of the couple not two years married.  Oh! it can’t be true—she spoke of enormous sums of money paid to this woman.  I know where Arthur keeps his bank book—in one of the drawers of that desk.  I might find out by that.  I will find out.  [Opens drawer.]  No, it is some hideous mistake.  [Rises and goes C.]  Some silly scandal!  He loves me!  He loves me!  But why should I not look?  I am his wife, I have a right to look!  [Returns to bureau, takes out book and examines it page by page, smiles and gives a sigh of relief.]  I knew it! there is not a word of truth in this stupid story.  [Puts book back in drawer.  As she does so, starts and takes out another book.]  A second book—private—locked!  [Tries to open it, but fails.  Sees paper knife on bureau, and with it cuts cover from book.  Begins to start at the first page.]  ‘Mrs. Erlynne—£600—Mrs. Erlynne—£700—Mrs. Erlynne—£400.’  Oh! it is true!  It is true!  How horrible!  [Throws book on floor.]

- Lady Windermere; Lady Windermere’s Fan (Act I) 

“A wife should trust her husband” says Arthur, because it’s all he knows about marriage, that and that he would do anything for his wife. He would throw himself in front of the spear of society’s hatred for her, even though it is what he fears most. Arthur spends his entire life trying to be the model husband, the model son, the model father, the model man in society, he is so focused on perfection that Margaret can’t believe it when he’s fallen from grace. And it ruins Arthur just as much, maybe even more so. Everyone knows that Arthur is a perfectionist. He tries to match Margaret’s model, as Cecil would say “that is the worst of women.  They always want one to be good.  And if we are good, when they meet us, they don’t love us at all”. He feels like he needs someone to reform him, keep him from falling into the pit, but really he needs to relax. He needs to learn how to say “no”. And people have been waiting for him to slip up: Darlington because he wants Margaret, Cecil and George because they find it amusing. For Margaret, this is where the chips fall, where the imperfections finally come through. For the first time, she has reason to doubt him. And she lets it consume her. 

Arthur finds himself in the same position at the end of Act III. He finds his wife’s fan in Darlington’s rooms, and you can feel the tension in his voice, he’s about ready to throw out his back and shoulders from how tense he gets. But he doesn’t blame his wife, he blames Darlington, or at least that’s what he couldn’t bring himself to say. “And if my wife’s here, I’ll -”: he can’t finish his sentence, because it can’t be true. She loves me! She loves me! Thank goodness for Darlington’s interruption. For the first time, he has reason to doubt her. And he can’t bring himself to do it. 

4) HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF (Lady Windermere’s Fan) 

Gone out of her house!  A letter addressed to her husband!  [Goes over to bureau and looks at letter.  Takes it up and lays it down again with a shudder of fear.]  No, no!  It would be impossible!  Life doesn’t repeat its tragedies like that!  Oh, why does this horrible fancy come across me?  Why do I remember now the one moment of my life I most wish to forget?  Does life repeat its tragedies?  [Tears letter open and reads it, then sinks down into a chair with a gesture of anguish.]  Oh, how terrible!  The same words that twenty years ago I wrote to her father! and how bitterly I have been punished for it!  No; my punishment, my real punishment is to-night, is now! 

- Mrs. Erlynne; Lady Windermere’s Fan (Act II) 

- What did Margaret write on that fatal letter? “Arthur has never understood me” says Margaret, “but when he reads this, he will”. It’s a second-generation Nora, the woman who has never understood herself because she’s been smothered. That’s exactly what Margaret has been, losing her parents at a young age, she has been sheltered from every kind of horrible truth there is. She believes her mother died a saint, her father whose heart swelled too much in devotion for such a saintly figure. Lady Julia made sure of that. In reality, Mrs. Erlynne, while not a saint in any regard, threatens to outshine the golden girl of society, her own daughter. Mrs. Erlynne is the life of the party, not her daughter, and what is worse, her husband might love this woman, and now she thinks he has every reason to. “Cowards are always pale” - how can Margaret hope to compete with this woman? Darlington says ‘forget them, run away with me’ - she can’t bear to think that her husband has left her side. “Come back to me?” she asks the Duchess, hardly able to believe that her husband could have left, but it’s Arthur she wants. She tells Darlington, “my husband may return to me”. She would forgive him, because she loves him, but she can’t stand to think of herself as second rate in her husband’s eyes. It’s a feeling that Mrs. Erlynne knows far too well. There’s so much about motherhood in this play that I absolutely love. In my prequel play, The Selby Roses, I attempt to explore similar ideas about fatherhood. There is so much generational conflict in both plays - even seen in the men of this play. Look at Cecil Graham: there is nothing he holds in contempt more than the older generation, but he also fears them. He gets sheepish around Mrs. Erlynne, he loves to talk down to Lord Augustus. “You were never my age” he tells Augustus, almost as if to say “And I’ll never be yours”. Ah, it is such an interesting concept. Okay, stream-of-conscious rant over hehehe :’) 

5) HE’S SOME KIND OF POET (King Lear) 

When we our betters see bearing our woes,We scarcely think our miseries our foes.Who alone suffers suffers most i’ th’ mind,Leaving free things and happy shows behind.But then the mind much sufferance doth o’erskipWhen grief hath mates and bearing fellowship.How light and portable my pain seems nowWhen that which makes me bend makes the Kingbow!He childed as I fathered. Tom, away.Mark the high noises, and thyself bewrayWhen false opinion, whose wrong thoughts defilethee,In thy just proof repeals and reconciles thee.What will hap more tonight, safe ’scape the King!Lurk, lurk.

- Edgar; King Lear (3.6.) 

Will I ever figure out why Edgar is speaking in rhyme here, even though he is alone? Probably not. Though, it does totally make me believe that Edgar knows he has an audience, and it haunts him to no end. There are so many elements to King Lear that make it absolutely absurd, which is why it’s (at least in my eyes) such a good play for 2019. Edgar is performing for self-preservation, but isn’t everyone? Up until this night, he’s refused such a thing. Honesty or I am nothing. The day he accepted playing the game was the day Cordelia refused and that will 5ever end me. 

[dcwastelands]

For Honor Event - Part 1 - July 13, 2019

Eevelion:

It had been about five minutes since everyone had been loaded into the transport van, jostling as it rolled across the bumpy untamed roads of the wastes while a handler gave a briefing on today's events, having prior only been explained as "Ghost neutralization".

"We're currently about ten minutes off from the Old Renaissance Fairgrounds where we are aware a Ghost has made it's lair, this ghost; Phantom Knight by our logs, or..." They'd take a close look at the log sheet they had brought with them "'Ser Gaius Grimsley von Datenshire III' by it's own proclamation, is on the more passive side, but it's actions inadvertently put the base and travelers at risk. As such it's been decided that it should be neutralized for people's safety. We're currently not recommending direct combat with the ghost, as we don't know it's full capabilities and we'd rather minimize chances of harm coming to anyone, instead we want to use this as an exercise in repenting a ghost through fulfilling it's last desires, since not many have done so. Judging by the ghost's behavior, we assume that engaging it in a 'tournament' has a high probability of fulfilling these desires, so it will be up to you all to put forth your best effort in defeating it in anything it challenges you to."

The driver in the front seat would call out for the handler's attention "About eight minutes now." gripping their papers the handler would turn back to those present "Y-yes, as he said, it's not far away, so if there's anything you need to know ask it now, and I'll try to answer your questions with what intel we have. Also," They'd produce a stack of papers from under their seat "Everyone should take a copy of the log sheet and give it a look as well." They'd hand the stack to whoever was behind them, ready to take any incoming questions.

Leona:

Gakuran, having begrudgingly come along, began to exam the paper work. While  understanding the reasoning for not attacking, he'd be concerned with toying with a ghost. Though he had no questions, he was ready for the day to be over. He was here for observation and help, the quicker they did this the faster they'd get back home. "I'm fine with trying to repent the ghost by its means but what if it gets violent? Will we abort and take it down by other means?" Knowing that repenting a ghost could work well or fail about half the time. But he wouldn't be caught without some backup plan. "If so whats our backup?"

Eevelion:

The handler would scratch their chin a bit at the question "Well, if the ghost does go hostile, you are given permission to fight it, if we find it to be considerable risk we'll call you back and retreat back to Psi. We'll just have to play it by ear but we're really hoping it won't come to blows."

Sera:

Spanx reeled back a little as the words "you are given permission to fight it" hit her ears. "Gosh, I sure hope it doesn't come to that. I hope we can give a ghost a nice send-off for once."

Lief:

"I'd rather avoid that too," was the involuntary mutter from Haori. He wasn't one for fighting- or expending more effort on something than absolutely necessary. He still wasn't sure how he'd gotten roped into this, really. But it seemed to be in everyone's best interest, so who was he to complain?

Dezzy:

"If worst comes to worst, and there's an impasse it might be the only choice. But the proposition that there is a way to do so is much, much favorable for the deceased." While Chaqueta wasn't the battle oriented type, she could defend herself decent with humans at the very least. But she hoped it wouldn't be necessary given the group was tasked with a more peaceful repent to be executed. If her brains could be of any use to them, she had more than enough brain cells to spare.

Zaku:

Ah, cramped vehicle space. One of the few things Obi had forgotten about this past century. But here he was; a near seven foot colossus of an archangel sitting in a van surrounded by others. Almost brings him back. Keyword being almost. He simply nods as he looks over the rest of his compatriots. In a way, it was good to finally get some new scenery for him. Felt like ages since he stepped out.

Leona:

At least they were all on the same page. But something still lingered in his brain, a question. "What can we even expect from this? carnival games?" hoping for any easy excursion. Considering the venue, anything was possible.

Eevelion:

"Well, the ghost seems to fancy itself as a type of knight, if you've ever heard the term 'hastilude' that should give you a pretty good idea, they're contests knights would perform in the olden days as a sort of honor thing."

“Alright, if nobody has anymore questions we've just about arrived-” Suddenly the handler was interrupted by the car come to a brisk halt “The fairgrounds.” hopping out of the passenger side door he'd open the door for those in the back “Alright, everyone out, try not to hit your head on the roof Mr. Ravissepto.” Being ushered out, the passengers would be able to get a good look at the faire, weathered old tents being reclaimed by nature, a stone bridge over a small stream with a concrete castle just past, wild grass had been attempting to encroach the center of the faire, but seemed to have regularly been trampled away by footprints. There was currently no sign of the ghost, but enough evidence that something or other frequents this area.

Zaku:

Precaution taken, Mr. Van Driver, sir. However, that precaution would still serve no good as the minute the door opened, the taller angel of the group sat up to, the surprise of no one, slightly hit his head when trying to get up, He says not a word and waits for at least a few of his compatriots to leave the van first before attempting to sit up yet again. The last thing he needed was blocking other peoples way of exiting while he himself was trying to exit. #JustGiantThings, amirite?

Gigi:

Lolo seemed oddly present for once, turning around to listen to each voice intently; it wasn't often she showed up to these training exercises but considering combat wasn't the focus, she was given the option and took it. How nonchalant all the angels seemed about this was fascinating still. that's just how it was in the wastes! Nothing phased these people.....She hopped out eagerly, staying closer to the handler than letting herself roam free.

In the back, though...someone else didn't seem remotely as amused. One green eye was focused more on the ruins outside the van, taking in the lay of the land as the others went on. He'd been through a lot of these, no need to be too attentive; seeing the wreckage of poles, tents in the greenery it kind of brought an odd knot to his stomach. He'd tail behind the rest of the group, his attention still seemingly far beyond the rest of the group with unwarranted tension. (Really, it was a non-combat repentance, this was what he liked seeing as a human--)

Sera:

Spanx took a moment to stretch after stepping out of the vehicle.  It seemed quiet for a place haunted by a ghost that was causing trouble for people. "I hope it doesn't take too long to find this guy. Anyone have any ideas on how we should lure him out?"

Eevelion:

Crown hopped out of the back of the van, taking in the sights and the smells of the faire. This. Was. Great! She'd always loved stories of knights. And now she was standing in a place where real knights did battle! At least that's what she got out of it, her listening comprehension might have gone a bit out the window when she heard the word 'knight'. But either way she was beaming and happy to be here.

Dezzy:

Chaqueta got a small chuckle out of Obi still hitting his head regardless of warning. Once she was out she took a quick lay of the land. She could only imagine how much fun this dinky little faire was many, many years ago. It never ceases to amaze her how quickly all of this transpired, even in the wake of a festival. Tragedy th as no mercy it seemed, but still, she couldnt help but give a sad sigh.

Lief:

Haori slumped out of the vehicle and blinked lazily as he took a gander at the surrounding area. There was still no telling what that knight-ghost would ask of them, really. Knight tournaments had various events, right? Maybe they would end up going through all of them before they were off the hook....great.

"Weirdly quiet," He mumbled

Zaku:

Alright was that everyone? That looked like everyone. Taking his turn to get out of the car, Obi took in the air and looked over the fairegrounds. Damn...it'd been a hot minute since the archangel had seen something like this. Places that were supposed to be filled with joyous occasion and enjoying the moment. All of that merriment...gone. He frowns slightly at the ruined grounds, but continues onward nonetheless. They had a job to do, and hopefully, a peaceful repent to pull off.

Leona:

Gakuran trailed behind, making sure to stick behind the group. He was uneasy about their task but was hopeful about succeeding. Though, the new faces made him wonder if they would work well together. He would followed behind Obi and commented to Haori "Quiet, but lets enjoy it while we can and take time to prepare".

Eevelion:

No sooner did Spanx ask how to find the quarry than from a distance came a hearty “HAHA!”, with a loud whinny and the beat of hooves approached a stout (aka, short, real manlet like) figure clad in heavy black armor on the back of an impressive ghostly stallion. Slowing to a trot in front of the party they would proclaim “HARK KNAVES, FOR THOU HAST ENTERED THE DOMAIN OF THOUST TRUELY, SER GAIUS GRIMSLY VON DATENSHIRE, THIRD OF HIS NAME. FOR WHAT PURPOSE DOST THOU TRESPASS UPON THESE GROUNDS, SPEAK QUICKLY, OR I SHALL HAVE THEE DRAWN AND QUARTERED!” The handler would bury their face in their hand before addressing the group “Alright, here's your quarry, try to calm them down, if it gets too hot we'll make the call, good luck, me and the driver will be watching from nearby.” With their piece said the two of them would walk off, staying within viewing distance.

Lief:

"Interesting," Haori said under his breath. "Uh, which of us is spokesperson, exactly?" This was a little louder, enough for everyone to hear.

Haori didn't see himself as capable enough to speak for the entire group....or smooth enough. How were knights supposed to talk? He couldn't get into a character on command.

Gigi:

Well, something was coming back to Braces, but he wasn't sure what it was exactly...none of this crew really seemed to get what was going on at a ren faire though. He crossed his arms, grimacing...he may actually have to intervene?

Zaku:

Oh woah, right to it, eh? Uh...alright, Obi will step in.  Not too far, but a good half-step at best.

Sera:

Spanx replies to the knight meekly, "Apologies Sir Gaius, we, uh, didn't mean to trespass. We're here to, um, what was that word again? Halibut."

Zaku:

"Greetings, Sir." He speaks up alongside Spanx. "We are....travelers of sorts here to...seek why you reside on these grounds."

Gigi:

Braces pinched his nose. This was horrible. He wasn't sure how much of this he could take. He looked almost close to tears, even.

Dezzy:

For the event, Chaqueta wore simple dress and she gave a polite curtsy toward the knight as the others spoke.

Lief:

Haori tugged at his collar. The whole...whatever he was wearing...it was a little tight across the chest, and stuffy. Not like the loose clothes he normally wore. This whole thing felt like a stageplay, which- as far as he understood- wasn't far off from what a ren faire actually was. He remained carefully quiet, aware that any snarking could easily get them all in big trouble right now. Time and a place for everything.

Leona:

Gakuran followed suite with the group by acknowledging the knight with a nod. But he didn't feel the need to respond verbally. He instead would analyze the ghost size and environment to get an idea of what might happen. Gakuran would glance over at Brace and respond "Theres no need to cry, we'll be fine"

Eevelion:

The ghost would think about Spanx's comment before realizing what they meant “HA, WHAT A JEST, YOU MEAN THE HASTILUDES! THOU SHOULD HAVE MENTIONED EARLIER, IF THOU WISHES TO PARTICIPATE IN THE GAMES OF HONOUR THEN SO BE IT, WE SHALL MAKE A TOURNAMENT OF IT!” He'd rear his horse before trotting toward another section of the fairgrounds “COME, THE ARENAS ARE READY, AND BE SURE TO BRING THY STEED.” At this he'd point his lance towards their 'steed', the van they had arrived in, the keys still in the ignition.

Lief:

"Our- our what." Haori deadpanned. "Are we- does the van have a name? Does it need a- never mind." He sighed. He needed to learn to roll with the punches better.

Gigi:

Well, that went...well enough, despite the lack of decent acting. Braces raised a brow in disbelief though as his gaze panned from the van back to the ghost. He knew the not-yet-passed had some issues with denial, but .....it'd been a while since he really had to deal with it.

Dezzy:

As amusing as the ghost was, Chaqueta couldnt help but make a quick note of how the thing registered the van as a horse. "Seems like his perception of reality is different from ours, she whispered. We can use this to our advantage? I wonder to what extent it goes to. We could pass off makeshift props as the real thing if so."

Gigi:

"That'd be ideal, actually," Braces blinked, his volume matching Chaqueta's. "Angels shouldn't lose track of their own weapons, but that can save us from causing any unecessary harm. Nice catch."

Eevelion:

Crown was starstruck, a real life knight! And they even challenged them to knightly games, today was surely going to be amazing! She broke out of her trance momentarily when the knight headed off, jogging a bit to keep toe with them.

Leona:

Maybe the Knight was looking at the raw horsepower of the Van, but that was beside the point. However, it seemed like the rest of the group was already planning. Gakuran would then focus his attention on Chaqueta "That is a good point, I'll keep that in mind." Since it was a strategic advantage, Gakuran complied and headed toward the van. However being much taller than most people also had disadvantages. He'd struggle a bit till everyone else caught up to crown and relocate their steed. Good thing he didn't have his armor on, otherwise the knight my mistake this as a joust.

Zaku:

Obi nods along with the group and follows along with Crown.

Sera:

Spanx blushes a bit after realizing she misspoke. Halibut is a fish you idiot how could you mix that up she mutters to herself. She shuffles behind Obi as he follows Crown. The closest thing to a tree she could hide her shame behind.

Zaku:

Shhhh, your shame shall be resolved by the tree, young Spanx. All is forgiven, child.

Gigi:

Following the hunch suggested from Chaqueta, Braces made an ever so slight detour to dislodge a rod of what he assumed was some sort of metal since it was still intact. He was no lance user, but it'd come in handy and he had no idea how well old faire ruins would be stocked, anyway. who knew who raided these things for weapons even if they were props.

Lolo followed after, nearly sprinting to keep up; she was simply observing at this point since she was...probably too young to remember this phenomenon.

Eevelion:

Gaius led the group to what seemed like a long track, a pole stretched along the middle “AND SO WE COME TO OUR FIRST CHALLENGE, CHOOSE THY CHAMPION, FOR UPON THIS FIELD WE ENGAGE IN THE JOUST!” Having said his piece, he positioned himself at the far end of the track. Seems like, as Gakuran was afraid of, someone would have to duel him in a Joust, but another question remained, who would be the 'horse'?

(One person must participate as the Jouster, another must participate as a Driver)

Leona:

Unknowingly Gakuran signed up to be the steed by driving the Van. He'd show up at what looked like a parking space; without the knowledge that this was his starting point. Having been  away from the group, he didn't catch what they were doing. So he'd sit in the van and observe. "I wonder whats going on out there, did I hear 'Joust' "

Dezzy:

"Eyepatch here," she said while point towards Braces. "Seems like he'd make a good jouster. He got the pole and the beef to handle it"

Sera:

"A joust sounds like a pretty intense first challenge. I might be able to stay on pretty well but I don't know about knocking him over. Maybe someone else should..." Spanx hoped she didn't sound like she was putting this off on others. She was trying not to let her nerves get the best of her but a real life ghost, even a small one, was still intimidating up close.

Lief:

"I weigh like as much as a cat," Haori provided flatly.

Gigi:

Braces looked over at Chaqueta with a sour face. "I got this just in case! .....Geez, I guess if someone had to though, I could....,"A hand paused on his chest before working at the pole, his suspenders not in their usual spot.

Eevelion:

Crown would stand on one foot as she gave Braces a little cheer “You can do this Mr. Braces! I know from experience that you're plenty strong!”

Gigi:

He gave a sigh. "Fine, you guys don't look like you've even so much as eaten a turkey leg with a fool jingling beside you anyway," He hopped up on the van's roof, giving a tap once he finally got up there. Sure was weird to do this on a car roof, but it wasn't like training or even finding mustangs was a good idea either. "Ready when everyone else is."

Dezzy:

"I have no idea what that means, but thank you anyway!" She said clapping her hands together and giving him a sarcastic smile.She took a couple steps back to where Crown was and would cheer for Braces and Gakuran from the sidelines.

Eevelion:

With his opponent in position, the ghost would loudly proclaim “MAY THE FIRST ROUND BEGIN! CHARGE!” Readying his lance he'd Charge towards the two, Gakuran would pull the car Forward, and Braces would Block atop it.

Despite Braces' preparing for the attack, the Ghost's lance manages to find purchase, hitting him and setting off his balance on the car, though he manages stop grounded.

Sera:

Spanx roars from the crowd, "Hang in there Braces!! You can do it!"

Zaku:

"Give it your all, you two!" Obi shouts alongside a swell.

Gigi:

That'd hit harder than Braces was anticipating; he tried to use the pole's shape to his advantage to grind the attack back but, that kind of backfired, the ghost being too strong and pushing him back.

Dezzy:

Chaqueta winced, she felt that. Still, she continued to clap for the angel.

Leona:

How did he get roped into this. Sadly it was too late to back down, so he braced himself for impact. Thankfully the vans weight helped disperse some of the brunt force. "You okay up there?"

Eevelion:

The commotion seemed to be drawing a bit of a crowd, fauna ghost starting to congregate around the arena, the ones present perking up at Gaius' strike against Braces.

Gigi:

"I think so? Dealt with worse. Whatever," He waved it off, though the other guy couldn't see him doing it. he rubbed his arm. Christ, that smarted.

Eevelion:

Circling around the arena, Gaius would CHARGE toward his opponent again, as Gakuran rounded the corner Braces would prepare to DEFEND, and as the two were about to meet... Gakuran stepped on the gas, BOOSTING towards the collision.

In the collision Braces defended valiantly, but the Ghost's strike was still too strong, breaking his guard and nearly tossing him off the van.

Gigi:

A "God FUCKING damnit!!" could be heard, ponytail flapping in the wind as he was doubled-over on the roof.

Leona:

Gakuran simply looked up and covered his face with the brim of his hat. "Good grief" maybe luck wasn't on their side today.  "I'm guessing you are still ali- dead right?"

Gigi:

"Don't remind me," he covered his eye, groaning. too soon. "God I wanna end this man's whole career."

Eevelion:

As they circled again, Gaius ever so slightly shifted the lance is preparation to BLOCK Braces' incoming STRIKE, as the two get closer Gakuran once again BOOSTS.

As they collided, Braces' lance hit the ghost's, but not with enough force to break their guard, the magnitude of the collision rebounding to him and hurting his arm.

For one final time the two teams circled around the ring, the ghost preparing to strike, Braces, fatigued from the blows he had taken he was scarce able to take another hit and was knocked off into the mud.

Gigi:

Cue a very comedic roll off. he's gonna be fine, he's an angel, who cares. at least he didn't get stabbed in the eye again.

Dezzy:

Big oof. Maybe those muscles were just for show in the end. "Maybe one of us will do better in a different event."

Leona:

Gakuran having felt the rumble of a body, stopped and started to reverse. Once he reached Braces, he'd exit out of the back to help him into the Van and out of there. "Hey we did our time, you need a smoke?"

Lief:

"Brutal," Haori winced. He was glad it wasn't him up there. He'd have been catapulted in a single hit. If anything speed was his game, but he was less experienced than any angel in their group might be. He was beginning to wonder if He would even be any use here.

Eevelion:

The ghost would trot up to Braces' side with a chuckle “A VALIANT EFFORT, I APPLAUD YOUR BRAVERY FACING ME. DO NOT FRET YOUR FAILURE FOR LONG MY FRIEND, THE DAY IS YOUNG AND THE CHALLENGES WILL BE MANY.” Rearing the horse away he would lead the group towards their next trial, the interested wild ghosts following behind like a group of fans.

Gigi:

He waved a hand, grimacing. "god, no. I'll pass." He wasn't a smoker by any stretch of the imagination, and all he could think about is how much fucking mud he was getting all over the van. At least the ghost seemed a good sport about it all. He'd hate to be dealing with an angry one right now, all things considered.

Zaku:

Yikes. That look like it hurt.

Eevelion:

Gaius led the group to a fence, he would dismount before pointing to several targets in the distance “BEHOLD, FOR THIS WILL BE THY NEXT CHALLENGE, A SIMPLE ARCHERY CONTEST, CHOOSE THY CHAMPIONS MOST DEFT OF AIM.” He would pick up a bow and arrow near the fence, preparing himself for the contest.

(As many players as want can participate in this at once)

Gigi:

Braces groaned and grabbed his arm, watching this all unfold. At least archery had less risk to leave anyone in a state of dishevelment. "Don't look at me, guys."

Dezzy:

"I'll offer myself as tribute," wow what an archaic hunger games reference.

Sera:

"You can do it Chaqueta! Get us a win!"

Lief:

Haori bit back a snort at the poor joke, but rolled a shoulder to loosen himself up and stepped forward as well. He wasn't the best shot, but he wasn't bad either by any means. The more the merrier...or something. "You have my bow," he offered pulling one from- did he just...pick that off the ground?

Leona:

Having been battered around by the jousting, he declined "Someones gotta watch the Van, this guys only one good arm."

Eevelion:

“THEN THESE ONES SHALL BE MY OPPONENTS” boomed the ghost, wasting no time nocking the arrow and pointing it towards the middle target and letting it fly, watching as it embedded into the middle ring. “HA! A FINE SHOT TO START THE SHOW.” Meanwhile, a lizard like ghost had manned a scoreboard, changing a score meant to represent Gaius to 4.

Zaku:

"Kick his ass, Chaqueta!" A bit overenthusiastic there Obi,  but the rally cry is definitely appreciated.

Lief:

Haori took a step forward, readying his bow first. If nothing else, he at least knew how to shoot archery. He might be a little rusty, but...he pulled into stance and made sure not to twist his elbow. His eyesight wasn't so good these days...still, the close target looked pretty clear. that ought to make for a decent shot. He lined it up and let fly- thwip went the arrow as it smacked into the bullseye mark.

"That's a pass," He sighed in relief. Not nearly so impressive as Gaius, but a good start.

Dezzy:

Chaqueta was feeling a bit bold, so she grabbed a spare rickety bow and arrow and launched the thing with as much confidence and vigor as a professional. She managed to hit the outer most ring, but missed the next time she fired.

Still, that was better than the critical failure she was expecting having never done something like this before so she was satisfied.

Eevelion:

As the Score Ghost changed Haori's score to 3 and Chaqueta's to 1, Gaius, feeling cocky after his last shot decided to be so bold as to fire on the farthest target, as he pulled back and released the arrow he was... a bit disappointed as it landed nowhere near the target, his entourage of ghosts seemingly disappointed as well.

Gigi:

Braces tried not to be too loud but he was definitely on the edge of his seat and pretty happy about all this before wincing and recoiling back to clutch his arm more.

Lief:

Haori was also feeling a little bolder. He nocked an arrow and let fly toward the middle target....the arrow fell short. He could practically hear the sad little wop wop wop noise as it clattered to the ground. "Welp," he muttered. He'd just have to put it all in for the last round, then.

Zaku:

A soft "Yes" along with a casual fist pump comes from Obi. He's a proud tree.

Eevelion:

Crown waved a ratty old flag she found to the side, cheering on her team's archers.

Dezzy:

Chaqueta kept her hands steady and breath held in until she released her arrow soaring through the distance and NAILING a bullseye on her target.

She jumped a little, surprising herself and was giddy as a horse, stomping her feet hooves in celebration.

Zaku:

Another fist pump. Fuck ye FUCK YE-

Ooop, don't get too excited there, Obi. Keep chill.

Eevelion:

The score ghost would reluctantly bump Chaqueta's score up to 4. Gaius meanwhile, deciding to be safer with his shot went only for the close target, firing an arrow and sticking it directly in the middle, 2 points. “AND SO I END THIS CONTEST WITH SIX POINTS, LET US SEE HOW YOU FARE, MY FOES.”

Gigi:

A soft "nice!" can be heard in the background.

Dezzy:

Chqueta waved off to the others, still proud of her second attempt before, recklessly aiming another arrow for a slightly more ambitious score. However, her arrogance would be her downfall as the arrow completely missed the target.

"Ah shoot." Now she felt embarrassed. She looked away from the others, too shy to see their, she assumed, disappointment.

Lief:

Haori aimed at the close target again. Two shots meant a better chance for points, right...? God, he hadn't done this in forever.

His fingers slipped as he loosed the first arrow- it came close but ended up sailing past the target without hitting it. The second....thunked into the ground several feet away.

"Ah, for shame. How ever will I face my people." He droned. He wasn't all that upset, he hadn't been expecting to win anyway.

Gigi:

Braces rubbed at his eyepatch, that was rough.

Eevelion:

The Score Ghost snickered a little as it saw it didn't have to change the scores. “ANOTHER VALIANT EFFORT MY FRIENDS, IT WOULD SEEM THE WINDS WERE NOT IN YOUR FAVOR, PERHAPS YOU SHALL FIND GLORY IN OUR FUTURE ENGAGEMENTS, NOW COME, WE HAVE COMPLETED HALF THE TRIALS.” Without another word he mounted his steed again and head toward a tent, beckoning the others to follow.

Leona:

"Looks like we werent the only ones with bad luck." Chimed Gakuran, with a beer in hand. "Though, you alright eyepatch?"

Lief:

Haori shuffled back in a slouched state, not particularly bothered. This ghost seemed really docile, honestly. Perhaps it had only been hassling travelers because it wanted people to do these events with. It was possible it would be satisfied just as long as they spent time with it so it could play. Kind of like a kid...

Then again, there was really no knowing for sure until the end.

Gigi:

"Aye, tis but a flesh wound," he replied to Gakuran, looking a little sour. "What's that ghost gonna do to me? Kill me again?"

Zaku:

Oh they're moving? Looks like they're moving. Obi follows.

Lief:

Haori stifled a laugh as he overheard the remark.

Leona:

"Probably but i think its having much more fun kicking our asses. " At least they were trying and didn't have to win. That made it a little less sour. "Kudos on giving it a warm up though"

Dezzy:

"Kinda wish the plague would come take me out I'll say," she joked. Even if she had failed she couldn't help but smile through it all. Genuinly it was pretty fun.

Lief:

"Hey, you kicked MY ass at least. You see that shot that fell short? Awful." He offered a crooked grin as he leaned against a fence post. "I thought I'd remember how to do this shit better,  but I guess I'm getting old or something."

Zaku:

"Hey, you made some damn good shots though." Obi complimented her, giving the reporter a pat on the shoulder.

Gigi:

He was following the rest of the group, begrudgingly this time, really hoping there wasn't arm wrestling involved for the next stunt. "Thanks I guess, I just wish I could've done better, is all...," he groaned, scratching his hair with his uninjured arm.

Sera:

"Everyone did pretty good. Don't feel dismayed." Though having not contributed yet she has no right to judge anyone else's performance.

Eevelion:

As the party continued on to their next destination they would enter a tent and be greeted by a number of oaken barrels piled up in the back, radiating a strange menacing aura. “AND SO WE COME TO OUR THIRD CHALLENGE, A SIMPLE DRINKING GAME, WE WILL DO ROUNDS OF DRINKS, THE ONE WHO STANDS WHEN ALL OTHERS HAVE FALLEN SHALL BE PROCLAIMED THE VICTOR, PICK THY STRONGEST OF CONSTITUTION, ALL CHALLENGERS WELCOME! He'd plop down on a wooden bench, his armor creating a thunk despite his small stature.

Sera:

Spanx steps forward confidently, "I sat out the other two contests so it's at least my turn!"

Dezzy:

Despite her hubris, Chaqueta appricated the reassurances being given. Though soon as they entered the tent Chaqueta immediately lite up. BOOZE. ITS BEEN MONTHS SINCE SHE LAST HAD ALCHOHOL.

Zaku:

"...I'm with her." He's tall enough, might as well test some sort of body alcohol theory.

Gigi:

"You guys have at it."

Braces didn't seem eager to get involved in this one either, even if alcohol would help dull the pain.

Leona:

Having got a head start, Gakuran was game. He'd catch up to the crowd and join up. "At least this seems more fair"

Lief:

Haori waved his hand. "Not like I haven't been blackout drunk once or twice by this point in life anyway. Go big or go home," he smirked.

Eevelion:

The ghost entourage would bring up the first round of drinks “ALL RIGHT MY FRIENDS, I WISH YOU LUCK, AND BOTTOMS UP!” Raising the mug to his face he would chug the drink down, it evidently hit him pretty hard, already having him look pretty wet behind the ears.

Zaku:

Oh damn, ale. When the fuck was the last time Obi drank? It feels like a hot minute, but a challenge was a challenge. Taking the frothy mug, he follows suit with the ghost and chugs it down no sweat. Hmm. Ain't bad. He was waiting for it to be at least a bit off given the state of the world, but that's a solid mug right there. He slams it back down with ease.

Leona:

"This is the best thing to happen all day" Taking the round with nothing more than an easy gulp. "Not bad, give me another".

Dezzy:

Sweet alcoholism take her down. She pounded the drink down like a champ and knocked over her empty cup with gusto, "Fuck yeah, hit me again!"

Sera:

Spanx downs her drink. "This goes down surprisingly smooth for something that's been sitting abandoned for god knowns how long."

Lief:

Haori sniffed his drink. He had to be honest, his tolerance was fine, but something was just off about this stuff. And not in a rotten food kind of way. Well, no point chickening out now.

"Bottoms up," He mumbled, and tilted his head back to drain the mug.

...and then he continued tilting until he was on the floor. On his back. Groaning sickly. "Okay, I'm. Done." He choked- just before passing out. Something wrong indeed.

Eevelion:

As the entourage brought the second tray Gaius snatched a mug and downed it, as he came back down he slapped the table with raucous laughter “HAHAHA! SEEMS I'VE FORGOTTEN HOW TO HOLD MY DRINK, ANOTHER HIT LIKE THAT AND I DOUBT I'LL BE STANDING!” he would continue laughing and shaking the table as his opponents took their drinks.

Leona:

Spoke too soon, as this drink was one too many. This one combined with the other would be his undoing. After finishing, he'd gracefully lay down and let everyone else suffer instead.

Gigi:

Well, this wasn't looking good. Braces was grabbing his mouth in his hand, looking around. Hm.....

"Dude you shouldn't have had that beer before you went into the tent." he finally muttered as Gakuran went onto the ground.

Zaku:

Obi takes another hearty swig of that ale. The fizzyness is startin' to get to him just a teensy bit, but other than that, it's a damn good mug.

Leona:

Gakuran having drunk too much could only mutter back "Worth it" knowing that he was gonna fail anyway but free alcohol was free.

Dezzy:

Her hubris is rmtruely her down fall, for even with a side of bread Chaqueta was shitfaced. She didn't really care, hiwever, it seemed from his giggly she was.

"Heeheheheheh...." She slumped against Obi, unable to support herself. " oops a daisy I did a fucky wuckyyy... You smell good."

Zaku:

Anotha' one? Anotha one. And the alcoholic content is starting to get to him, but he's still got things under control. Hopefully.

Eevelion:

As the table started to clear, the bartender ghosts brough out 3 more drinks, Gaius grabbing his and chugging "HAHA, BARELY HIT ME, SEEMS IM GETTING MY SECOND WIND!"

Sera:

Spanx manages to finish her last drink and mumbles out an, "I'm sorry, that was just a little too much," and falls forward, snoring into her arm.

Zaku:

The sight of a shitfaced chaqueta though did earn a snicker from the archangel as he held onto her shoulder.

"You did the best you could, dear."

Eevelion:

One more tray, two drinks, Gaius took his mug and clinked it to Obi's "CHEERS MY FRIEND! THIS WILL BE THE DECIDING FACTOR!" Tilting it back he'd chug, then slump his head onto the table, he was done.

Gigi:

Casually, Someone was popping in and tampering with the ale. The ghosts didn't even seem to notice, nice.

Zaku:

Obi takes that third mug and drinks it whole, slamming the mug down after another good chug and looking back at his ghastly competitor, a glint of determination burning in the archangels eyes.

Gigi:

The culprit clenches his fist quietly, trying to remain unseen yet.

Dezzy:

"Woo woooo~" Chaqueta drunkenly cheered on. God was Obi always this sexy?

Eevelion:

And so, Obi stood alone among a pile of drunk nearly-to-fully passed out people, the sole victor. The attendant ghost's bringing out pitcher's of water to help bring people back to their feet, this would be a good time to give everyone a breather.

Sera:

Spanx wakes up, eats some of the bread and proceeds to talk, "Slo, diwd hwe hwin?"

Lief:

a splash of water got Haori back to his senses. He wasn't happy about being damp, but the glass offered to him for drinking helped clear up the dizziness surprisingly well. What was in that ale, he wondered. Normally he could knock back a good clip of shots of something nice and strong before he needed to quit.

"Spooky," he sighed, and stretched. Looked like everyone but Obi had seen the same fate. "At least we finally took one, I gather?"

Eevelion:

Crown would cheer Obi on “Congrats Obi! You got the first win of the day! Though I didn't realize drinking contests were really a knightly thing, maybe I should be taking notes.”

Zaku:

Alright, up you go, little lady. Obi picks up Chaqueta princess style, helping up Spanx along the way. And Haori as well.

Gigi:

"Its more a thing people do to flex on each other, but I figure it works for shows of manliness or whatever as well,"  Braces interjected as he stretched himself out--arm still hurt but it felt good to not be crouched down after a nice victory.

Zaku:

Oh and cheers from Crown as well? This day was already made.

Zaku:

"Honestly? Neither did I. Think it's some sort of valor thing. But  I'll definitely count it as a victory."

A head ruffle for you, godkid.

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fic update: o thou, destroyer named - chapter iii

post links: chapter i // chapter ii // chapter iii // chapter iv // chapter v // chapter vi // chapter vii // chapter viii // chapter ix //

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His face, floating above her like a specter.

The memory sticks to her like burnt sugar. It scorches her. His face in the firelight. The blue of his eyes. His hair like a curtain of gold. Beautiful. Terrible. She could not tell the difference. Each of his feature are like a knife to the chest anyway. And yet, he is the only thing she can think of. The memory of him smiling like a predator baring its teeth; it’s the only thing keeping her tethered to the ground.

Behind her, she hears a door open and close. Mallory thinks that it must be Mead. Ms. Mead had stayed with her a little while to help her undress and get her into the tub. The stoic woman had lingered for a couple of minutes but once she was convinced Mallory wasn’t going to suddenly drop dead, Mead had left. Mallory wondered why the older woman had returned.

“Ms. Mead?” Mallory mumbles into the stale air but gets no response.

She’s shivering, a sign that night has fallen above ground. Nuclear winter is in full swing. It doesn't help that she’s been feeling like absolute shit since she woke up with her own death in her mouth. Shaky, nauseous, disoriented. Her skin is raw from absentmindedly dry brushing at it for an hour. The great stone tub was bone dry. A small bowl of recycled water had been set out for her along with a ratty rag. All potable was under close lock and key. Ever since bombfall, sponge baths were the order of the land.

“Sorry,” Mallory mumbles barely meaning it. “I haven't even started washing.”

There’s no response but Mallory can feel eyes on her. She reaches for the rag and dips it into the bowl. The water is ice cold. The cool water soothes her aching skin but there's a hollowness to the sensation. It's almost as if she's watching it happen to someone else. Someone else's hands wrapped around a damp cloth. Someone else's skin. Someone else's pain.

“Am I dead?” she whispers, pausing to look down into the watered bowl.

She can see her reflection in the darkness. Her eyes are shadowed and her skin almost gray. She feels a pressure building just below her sternum. A sudden expansion of something within her, an emptiness is yawning open. Great big jaws unhinging within her. She doubles over fearing that if she isn't careful she'll be entirely devoured.

Her mind whirls  She's in the air. She’s pinned to the floor. She's spinning. She’s nowhere. She’s everywhere, Mallory feels her every atom scattered to the wind. Her body breaking down into their parts. Her parts to molecules. Molecules to atoms to quarks. She's unraveling.

Then suddenly there's a gloved hand upon her back. The sensation makes her skin burst out in goose pimples. She's beneath her skin again, no longer dust to the cosmic wind. She's Mallory. For all her broken memories, her bloodly teeth, her empty heart, at least she's Mallory again. At least she is Mallory.

“I'm scared,” she confesses.

The hand travels up from the small of her back. Each finger runs up and over the vertebrae of her spine. Slow, languid movements and Mallory becomes suddenly aware that she was mistaken. A hand grips her neck and she should feel trapped, afraid but all she wants is to feel more. She leans back and looks up knowing exactly what she will see and still it leaves her breathless. She turns her face up.

And there he is, above her. Like a ghost.

She had called out to him thinking that he's Mead. He could have corrected her but doesn't see the point. Instead, he watches her. She's so small. She can't be much more than five feet tall. Huddled in on herself in that vast stone tub, she looks even smaller than that. Life in the outpost had not been kind to her. Her limbs are too thin, skin sallow. He can see each vertebrae in her spine, protruding up against her skin. She's like a paper doll, so small and thin. So fragile. It makes him want to tear her apart.

She apologizes for something as silly as taking her time but he can see inside of her. Mallory says sorry but what she means is won't you please look away now. Mallory says sorry but what she means is please fuck off.

Michael can feel her unraveling. She curls into herself. And he moves forward like a car on a track. The momentum is undeniable, inevitable. She moves forward into herself and he, for whatever reason, is drawn after her.

When he touches her, it feels like touching a hot stove. He can feel her fever through his gloves. That's no good. Up close he can see how the sweat beads her skin. He can feel her trembling beneath his hand.

“I'm scared,” she says her voice hoarse and shaking.

He doesn't know why but something in her confession, perhaps the pain, maybe the raw honesty, makes him want to touch her further. He runs his hand up from the small of her back to her neck. He touches every little bump, each vertebrae. It isn't enough. He wants more.

He wraps his hand around her thin neck and to his delicious surprise she leans into his touch. She slides back and tilts her head to look him in the face. His hand slides to her throat. She fits so easily in his hand.

Her bareness is a revelation. Not just her body but her soul . Her chest rises and falls in uneven strides. She stares up at him with eyes so wide and bright that he forgets about the sickly sweat on her brow. He moves from her throat up to her cheek pulling her closer. She still smells of sick and death but beneath that, beneath her skin he smells her blood and beneath that there is her soul. It unfurls before him, a great abyss.

He leans down and presses his forehead to hers. She gasps at touch of his skin. He knows she's crying, those great big eyes spilling out tears. She cries so easily for him.

She's horrified. She's relieved. She's burning. She is so cold. He feels her flick through so many emotions, sensations, each experience bursting in his mind like flavors upon a tongue. Its heady and he's almost dizzy when she settles back on fear.

“Don’t be afraid, Mallory,” he whispers to her. “The worst is over now.”

Then he places a kiss upon her fevered forehead and beneath his lips he feels her skin begin to cool. Vitalum vitalis. It comes to him as easily as the first time he performed it like a show dog for those damned witches. Less of a wonder and more of a parlor trick to him. Her eyes flutter close and she pulls away from him curling back into herself.

At the loss of contact, an impulsive urge rips through him to pull at her, rip into her until he's all the way within her. He wants to devour her entirely. He feels it like a hunger, a thirst, a base desire. He reaches out for her again but this time he doesn't touch her. Michael had lied. The worst is just beginning.

[rose-of-pollux]

A Family Affair (MFU fic), part 3/4

Title: A Family Affair Rating: PG Chapter summary: Napoleon’s parents reveal their past connections with the mission’s target as Napoleon and Illya attempt to figure out the next phase of their plan.

If you prefer reading on FFN, you can read it here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12950926/3/ If you prefer reading on AO3, you can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14780255/chapters/34687973

                                            Act III: Family History

After a bit more trickery and subterfuge involving slipped keys, Illya and the three Solos had successfully snuck to the room that he and Napoleon had booked for themselves—under Illya’s favorite alias, Dr. Mallard.  The four of them breathed a sigh of relief upon successfully making it here unobserved.

“Well, we can relax—for a little while,” Napoleon said.  “Once Rex realizes that he’s lost you, he’ll start turning this place upside-down to try to find you.”  He paused. “Was he always this obnoxious, Ma?”

“Yes,” she sighed. “Ever since he found out I was a woman.”

Napoleon stared at his mother with an unreadable expression as Leopold just sighed and shook his head.

“I think more explanation is required, Mother,” Illya said, taking note of the look on his partner’s face.

“Yes, I suppose so,” Cora said.  “Napoleon, Illya… I don’t want you to think I kept this from you on purpose.  It was so long ago, and I never expected to see Rex ever again.  If we’d only known that he owned this place, Leopold and I would not have come here; I had no desire to see him again.”

“It’s alright…” Napoleon said, though he still seemed stunned by everything.  “But I’m still confused as to how he had to figure out you were a woman…”

“Well, that’s easy—I was disguised as a man,” Cora said.  “I did the underground gambling circuit in disguise as ‘Corrin Stroller.’ It was difficult enough being taken seriously as someone as young as I was; they would never have let a woman in there.”

“…So when Father said that you took him for a ride when you first met…” Illya began.  “You did so as a man?”

“Did I forget to mention that part?” Leopold asked.

“Yes,” Napoleon and Illya echoed.

“I only took him for a ride to stop him from being taken for a ride by others who would not have been as nice about it as I was,” Cora said.  “I had every intention of returning the money to him, and I did…” She shrugged.  “…Eventually…”

“To her credit, she did give the money back after a while—and that was before I found out she was a woman,” Leopold said.

“I finally told him who I really was after I’d known him for several months,” Cora said.  “He kept my secret.  And, eventually, we started a relationship—by day.  By night, we hit the casinos together.  Leopold came across as an easy mark; he’d rope people into a poker game, and I’d clean them out.”

Napoleon blinked.

“Huh…” he mused. “Now there’s an idea…”

“Don’t even think about it,” Illya deadpanned.

Napoleon shrugged and continued.

“And how does Rex fit into all of this?”

“Well, he owned a few underground casinos here in Las Vegas; Leopold and I must have caught his attention from all of our winnings,” Cora said.

“He must have seen me with Cora out in a restaurant or something one day and saw me with ‘Corrin’ that following night,” Leopold sighed.  “Whatever it was, he put two and two together and realized she was a woman.”

“Getting kicked out of the casino circuit would have been a preferable fate as opposed to what happened,” Cora sighed.

“What happened?” Napoleon asked.

“Rex kept trying to get me to marry him,” Cora muttered.  “Didn’t matter where I went in Las Vegas, even if it was a different casino that he didn’t own, he kept after me, proposing like he had every right to demand it.  After turning him down for the umpteenth time, he started threatening me—threatened to let everyone know I was a woman, which would ensure that I would be kicked out of most casinos, if not all of them—this was after gambling was legalized in Las Vegas, but they still wouldn’t have been welcoming to a woman. Even so, that didn’t bother me; I figured he would have too much trouble trying to prove it, in any case.  And after a few more months of this, he changed his tactics…”  Her expression went cold.  “He threatened Leopold.  I told you that most of the casino owners were affiliated with the Mob; I assumed Rex was, too.  Now you’re telling me it’s THRUSH, who probably weren’t much better…”

Napoleon muttered something under his breath.

“They are, indeed, much worse.  I told you, Mother,” Illya added, casting a glance at Napoleon to make sure he was alright. “The Mob didn’t even want anything to do with THRUSH.  If Rex had been threatening to use them, he would have most certainly delivered on that threat.”

“I didn’t want to call his bluff,” Cora admitted.  “I couldn’t take a chance that they’d kill Leopold.  I agreed to marry Rex.”  She shuddered, and Leopold placed a hand on her shoulder, which she gently touched with her own hand.  “I don’t think you boys could ever understand what it’s like to be held at gunpoint, facing the prospect of being eternally bound to someone you don’t love…”

“…Actually, Ma, I can…” Napoleon said.  He made a face.  “…Twice…”

“…What.”

“I got him out of it,” Illya assured her.  “But, please, continue.  How did you manage to escape Rex?”

“Well, Rex insisted we get married that evening—had his flunkies go with me everywhere to get a dress and then go to a wedding chapel.  I didn’t even have a chance to find Leopold, let alone talk to him.  So, I dropped the Queen of Hearts from the deck I always carried with me.”

“Cora always told me that the Queen of Hearts represented who she truly was,” Leopold said.  “The hearts represented the love she had—love for life, love of adventure… and, of course, her love for me.  And I also knew that Cora cared about her cards—they were everything to her.  And when I saw the Queen of Hearts on the floor, from her deck… I knew she was in trouble.”

“It was the biggest gamble of my life,” Cora said.  “I quite literally waged my very life on that card.  But it paid off.”  She reached into her purse and pulled out the old Queen of Hearts card.  “I kept it with me all these years.  Leopold followed my trail downtown and saw me with the wedding dress and followed me to the chapel.  I was in the wedding dress, Rex’s goons guarding the door outside the changing room…  And then I heard Leopold’s voice outside the room, saying that he was a photographer’s assistant, and that Rex had hired a photographer to take pictures of me in my wedding dress.  And in he comes with the photographer.”

“I had to bribe him with a considerable amount of cash, but it was worth it,” Leopold said, kissing the back of Cora’s hand.

“Naturally, I explained what was going on,” Cora said.  “And Leopold offered to help me escape—not just the wedding, but Las Vegas and Rex—no strings attached.  We had a storage locker at the train station with things we would need for a quick getaway, in case we ever made any enemies with our casino escapades.  The Depression had hit the country and the money wasn’t going to go as far as it would have, so Leopold offered me the entire thing if it meant I could escape Rex and be happy.  And then I told him that there was one more thing I’d need to take with me in order to be truly happy—him.”

Napoleon and Illya both stared in interest.

“Ma, you mean you proposed to Dad?”

“My philosophy in life was that if there was something I wanted, I would attempt to pursue it,” Cora shrugged.  “This was no different.”

“Of course, I said, yes,” Leopold said.  “And, after bribing the photographer some more, we convinced Rex’s goons that Rex wanted some photos of Cora in her dress outside.  And we ran the first chance we got—only to run into the priest who was supposed to have wedded Cora and Rex.”

“…And I had the idea to have the priest marry the two of us right then and there,” Cora said.  “It was a two-minute ceremony, with the photographer as the witness.  …And then he went and published the wedding photo in the paper the next day, but we were already on the train to Chicago by then.”

“We had another, more official ceremony performed there,” Leopold said.  “We thought about staying in Chicago after we’d been there a few months.”

“Yes, the gambling circuit there was interesting, and I certainly would have loved to have played my way around it,” Cora mused.  “But two things derailed that plan; first of all, we caught wind that Rex was coming to Chicago from Vegas.  Secondly, what I thought was nausea brought about by the news of Rex’s arrival ended up being morning sickness.”  She stared pointedly at Napoleon, who went slightly red.  “At that point, we had done well for ourselves in spite of the Depression, and so, we decided it wasn’t worth the risk of Rex finding us. We slipped away to New York and decided to give up the gambling circuit and prepare for our new addition.”

Napoleon looked away.

“You gave up doing something you loved because of me?”

“It wasn’t like that at all,” Leopold insisted.  “We had our thrills of youth, and we always knew that we would have to eventually turn to something steady and practical.  I’d always intended to get into journalism; I was pleased to get the chance to do so.  And your mother has enjoyed raising corgis…”

“We could have easily gone back on the circuit after you were born—Atlantic City wasn’t that far away,” Cora reminded him.  “But after all of those crazy adventures, it was nice to relax and pursue other endeavors. I was very happy with my life, and you were a great part of that happiness, Napoleon—another heart for the Queen of Hearts.”

Napoleon managed a smile.

“I guess that makes me the King of Hearts now, huh?”

“Well…” Cora mused, taking a new, complete deck of cards from her purse.  “Maybe I never went back on the circuit, but I would say that my consort and I did not formally abdicate yet…”

Napoleon gave his mother a long look.

“…I’m still the Jack, aren’t I?”

“Uh-huh.”

Leopold chuckled at them, but then noticed that Illya was deep in thought.

“Something wrong?”

“Nothing wrong,” Illya assured him.  “I am just marveling at all of the happenstance that filled your lives over one playing card—it was by sheer chance that you found the card she dropped and knew what she was trying to convey, then being able to save Mother from marrying Rex, and then you two having Napoleon—and then him getting drafted at 18 and meeting Mark Slate after getting appendicitis in Korea, which would inspire him to join U.N.C.L.E. and lead to my eventually getting transferred to New York to work with him…. All four of us are together in this room now because of that card.”  He indicated the Queen of Hearts still in Cora’s other hand.  “Perhaps together, we can find a way out of this place and succeed in the mission Waverly assigned Napoleon and me.”

“Well, I have been thinking,” Cora said, her brown eyes deep in thought.  “If you need proof that Rex is working with THRUSH…  I’m sure I could set up a trap—pretend to agree to speak with him and get him to confess anything and everything to me with a bit of feminine wiles--”

“No!” all three men said at once.

“…Well it was just a thought…”

“It’s far too risky, Ma,” Napoleon said.  “You tricked him once before by pretending to go along with him and then slipping out from under his nose.  But maybe we can get evidence another way…”

“What are you thinking?” Illya asked.

“What Ma said about a trap has me thinking…. I’ll bet money that Rex booby-trapped their suite the moment he found out that Ma was coming here.  If I can sweep the room and find any THRUSH devices in those traps, that will be the proof we need.  Illya, can you watch over Ma and Dad while I’m up there?”

“Of course.  But take care that you don’t end up tripping any of the traps yourself,” Illya warned.

“Naturally,” Napoleon said.

Knowing that his parents were as safe with Illya as they would have been with him, Napoleon borrowed their key and headed to their suite, beginning to look around.  To his relief, there didn’t seem to be anything in the way of deadly traps—he hadn’t put anything past Rex where his father was concerned.  But, after a thorough search, he uncovered several small jets of sleeping gas.

Napoleon removed two of the jets, picketing the cartridges of sleeping gas; if it matched the kind of gas that THRUSH was known to use, then that would be the proof that THRUSH supplied Rex with these.  The remainder of the sweep uncovered a few listening devices, but nothing much else.

Still, the sleeping gas was more than enough cause for concern, but it was their first possible bit of condemning evidence.  Napoleon now moved to leave the room, but paused as he heard footsteps from the corridor, rapidly approaching the room.

“You’re sure you saw someone go into Cora’s suite?” he heard Rex ask.  “Did you see who it was?”

“No, Sir,” a guard was saying.  “We saw someone go in, but it all happened so quickly; I assume it is either Ms. Stroller or her husband….”

Rex’s tone darkened at the mention of Leopold.

And Napoleon froze, wondering what to do.  Left with no other options, he ducked into the washroom, hoping that he would be able to snag a chance to sneak out while Rex was occupied in searching the room.

[libidomechanica]

Bow patient watch not glide in our side of sense

A ballad sequence

               Stanza I

This Present the calmly Love, and     turns earth and like a chuckle of which it be. You tell the     stars; her noble gas floures

fayre this night painter’s lips, and     her moved as happies stole a lively prelude, fashioned too     far said he don’t stop in

and feet, more while sobd-out words would     be like a very bourne of Separation. My life he     doth smother turn in hue,

all the polygons of the Eye,     new Formes, and to gaze upward from my fixt heights, whatever     should have tied the stormy

eastern the world will see what     kindly words he has been cast, that, waxing wanton in the     Rain King, beheld a bashful

art, turn’d tower, thus spake. In     my mother proper head was well mama when, sleep, smiling     a tower, rang ruin,

answer; feeling the souls intersection     to thee hast thou interchanges, but could rather     times from a dark cup your

cullion’s spirit nurses; but don’t     the Latin I constructs me. Then—i never equal divide     my hearth, and so I

wonder, when laughter’s pink corduroys     and what the end, and unfamiliar to never can     it begin. In silent

filling to comes and ah! But I     tell mama interpreted my young man, with with your     telephone booth wish that

initial-scarred table leap’d amid     his footstep gleams, I hear these days so fast, to want to call     the chuckling our marriage

temper? You tell ye go to a     Shop of dapple on my Angelic slip of a thorns out-     grown yew trees had done and

pains—which flies. The Powers are banish,     into a river, world dreamed you, and take it alone     one who could not thyself,

and little urn. Same lawn at night:     beside a long purple comforts me: a brute,—gain my mother     Lippo! Insisting

the unimagining his breakfast,     one is shield, thy grove, in some day. To left of the burned,     ere you says yes inspir’d.

               Stanza II

Dreams, goodnight into placed, be both     fairy, across my fancy took a spark disturb’d her force     with heaven’s sun stain’d and

light. Thick, as then heaven, the pearl,     can yet the world’s no advantage! I hope that our lover     wrinkled line: but lifts they

press to one, and all is caught, and     said she cccome? The sang. The king: thaw this soul, whatever silver’d     of great rings fresh air.

               Stanza III

Since you brought me my breasts I dreams     assemble the Mount Lycean! Lay down there is bent, sacred     to the bedroom with with his stedfast as the day I met     wi’ an auld man. To be singing to the small pollen ate     into the thunder-blasted

in yourselves. It’s thick folds of     skill reply: yon cloudy Cupid bitter cloudwhite hand, found     he hirples that green this flea is youngest hue about my     sire, lifted up, when every vulgar paper-thin plate     and makes my hearts of Pan:

ay great renovates and burgher,     lord and not me meikle wae; but lift each our solemn     sea to thin a big house with a steady still at eight year,     for pity to her, the lifeful spake; her strive, and lull’d     along the boathead husband

natural a poor brother, nor     altar’s ready! Blinding our change directly four great round     such a trembled, swaying with plume, and remember my love     because of Christ whose stars dart thou turn overpasse, vnseene, vnheard,     and bees, a brooklet, scrambling

in them as they struck—I’m the     good wife.—I never refused the Braine. Nor knew it, clamberable,     clabberable, leapt slanting his fires, as if to     see a monk, the tower’d Camelot: for grammer weary     melodious birds forgot,

my only the winds, and straight     the damsels glad, an abbot, squire, an urn. But hart did this     our times nor can invade, and stare: after him his translated     thus weigh this spicy night, and green, gilding and o’er     incertain o’er against the

warm eve finds me at all unworried     by time the river he flash, and mine eye and than our     girls, she wound to gazed upon me, heavenly Zuhrah who     at last! It closed eyes are thee deny, my father hope is     of this dancing chance: so

happy pieties, when an awed     face with my cloister-wall. Both wit, as with hellish anguish,     how your changing like to ye, my love for now each earliest     to glare at my loue directed, enterchanges in     Ithaca or hear my

Gates, and say: the same! They said: wilt     na gie, at least expect, as fancy frae morn: Apollo’s     footstep gleams—in which ay most humble leaves of mossy stone     to state is like, that toiling its shells for admonitions     of old Triton’s hand: Ah!

               Stanza IV

Who hath prepare the field, then once     who dives than braes o’ Yarrow act, fancies before heat, a     bread that slantine gave temple

come to ye, my horn of a     cup of Happiness? That once more with your turn back upon     a message sent in the

posture bearded curl—can come. I     look as ye were na looking, when I lie to meet no more,     and while the grass and ask

me no more she said she if you     least, for Charlotte Street, Home, Euclid, Decatur, Union, Straubs,     Rebecca, Bennett Ave.

This faint fare won. Man of many     quiet hour; no, even where Venus skies and breast, I     knew, like his ring. A quire

of mingled bubbling parsley, and     said, except because i cross’d the carven stern cloud a sister!     That awaitedst age:

wait upon the hour wide eyes and     make certain pink but she the very miser’s treasures, of     altering flood seems at

the best; but O too for hate, it     can a young minds to the sky, that he knew we would death was     flesh, I can they moving

tower. Rejoice where nested was;     since I’m free, fishes that I before full-borne? Night-market     girl! Spite of all, her what

window that I am what flaws     may love. Or ready: fire is nothing like what, the burden     of thy love forever.

               Stanza V

Motherly cheek; and wefts amid     mats of endless lambs we pull of ivy in the chace—i,     who came upon his pain!

Drove her wrinkled line I summon     all room an abandoned when pyramids, as eas’ly the     blue halo of flowers,

through the bedded too—that acquiescence     vaine on my selfe, and wide; the crystal mirror’s magic     sleep Thus ended, is

this godhead of birth drawes out     Phoebe’s sapphire-region where my Fall! Rejoice was an     arbour, over April’s

lap? Smooth and fears, that well-wooing     arterial branch. And just not too far said he it’s … well,     farewell, farewell, farewell,

farewell, that were were a bee that     little dance of power: and yet looks at very marge, joined     legs and followed up by

its patterness: for some bold seer     leave their sheepbell too true is tying the saddle-leather;     to sue her favourite

bowers were busiest, and devise     somewhat: and your rayes! He stones of memory, when you     to every beautiful

a sun, so snug, so company     is Heavens to stamp of marked it with my skin openness     of her feather arms? Of

my darling, charlie came, the women’s     brink.—An’ O for all his e’e, kens the pleasant sun is     slain. The damn’d thy mother

of the minded, quoth thus delays     her mind may smiling yourselves thro’ the land. Of Fancy, till     at ocean’s roar: but who,

of mossy fine, young Chevalier.     An abbot on my dreams are hersel’ to let you and I,     is the sang:-she would man?

               Stanza VI

You comb it came from whose thing signs.     For fearfully, for fear. Death would be so the ends our chang’d     to answer shades were many, with dearth and yet the pearls did     mine owne painted at the two young minds, the others they said     she Turn again, she may

betide Thee; and she is in Boston,     a metal trinket from me, not a judge! What with the     stony base, no one day I met wi’ a crazy auld man!     The mornings, let me have to expiate of leaved water,     age, exempt further

than temptation into my purpose     nothing shut from poore soul more is comrade in our and     wake. I do not even they discourse can never equal     dividends of barley- sheaves were some day. She, in the green     fruits and slits into a

great rings had suffered in loves a     woman loves around with horses prancing pots on my brow!     Are blue again I looked through thoughts of Cupid, with an eye     that he learn ten minute mock the pang; dare, never can it     is the conquest and in

the Will and ben; Blythe ins     and B’s, and greedy helpless woe were shatter’d among the     background, and, if these is madness, unasked, unsought I,     Morpheus, in mine, lass, in my Genevieve! I sing through of     winter slew him,—Zephyr

slew him thanks thee, sweet yoke where pulse     all she knew it, clamberable Knight to hide the sun is     getting down to Camelot. Hear us, and to her down     in a willow that. Oh for the only live with the burden     light now, and marry,

if I forgotten hands;—for love,     yet, I’ll come soon dear traitor, to thee, how he is dying     man has hid the banks of me; I will not. Of happies red:     at which to the temples bind; and the web, she please him that     any one attend! Is

a joy from the prop my minds to     fellows,—o dreary chang’d to an evening brain account; all     in my waking so far reachest dye, flames o’er the little     avail to be, and then we wanting of the twilight each     time the Sage? There is, how

we suffix was overhead came     Psyche drive thy sake the beauty with your words; for the world,     each gale blows the carven stern cloud the showed my bones to and     something back to stamped her moths shall loue, my lad, o whistle,     and height must dreamed that spark

disturb’d her dark-grey hairs were some     unfooted flowers, fragrant- eyed, upon the true calm round     of roses you’ve kiss the million poesy by moonlight glow’d;     on burning deathful Dian’s moon blooms. When those when Hell, obscure,     but how oh loved, cold

forester smell far worse! Gone in     memory’s rapturous pains. Round the night, some can dividends     of cloister-wall. And sights are thee wrong. Should gae mad, o whistle,     and wealth came to pleasantness a rosebud to no dispute     from world dreams, and die,

but grammer sayes, to gratify?     That calls. Must rise, who, sudden burst the little bent; and the     background upon the very fawn and you this lips a-glow!     Though sunny glades were many heart denied, and such a dove     would rather one and put

it was such a sugred phrases     so happy as a man mad all its closed my casque and Preaching     food, that can we not to mountain some mystic middle     earthly fruits—they done: i, who, for the towers brightness did     teaze with heart-strings round of

your crime. So, boy, you know. Make sweet     and cloudiness, unshaded, her who tries, having you stood     with points of Humours sell. Overlooking of the winds, and     never tongue be stiletto pierce highways see who will give     thee afar beyond the

suddenly a million’s hand, fair     blossom’d sudden burst the water think you! Ask me no more.     A fountain in pity hide the stay she says tomorrow     or joy? Singing body into your foolish her an’ a’     should promise to subdued,

the Lady of the Lady of     Shalott. Is here, and the same! Bearing of beauty of flowers,     and rock,—’mong seen. The deil he could man! But hart did see,     angels to a warm eve finds me not fearful to keep Touch,     Wit spins fast, one is so

accursed him when the armed my     old breathing forward to attention light unto our heart,—     this this city troubles and that shall but love you.-Bell begin.     Under foot, and took an airy channels with such a     to-do! Who now, as dead,

but not one his footstep gleams—in     which doth one hour mine! And many quiet shade, on her mother’s     part, variety, and stirr’d in little journeys end     in sunlight with the sky, that light must I undertook to     die: ah, how I wish that

yours must rise, while such remarks, be     sure, whilst eyes are falling my lance from thee. Turn against sometimes     the Prior’s niece … Herodias, I was a Fiend, are fled     to press’d the space Floated in my old breasts, she storm.     And to conception brings.

               Stanza VII

As he was over thinke how therefore,     was just as I work, yet now from vallies: amid the     banks of Earn, as was queen;

but Phemie’s e’e. Sky above my     seeing I have fallen, hast bought; now sucks the forester     smile, lest have so much it

surpassingly! Saw ane an’ twenty,     Tam! Sat listless looked at there pops the hall, and as the     balmiest leave a footprint

once and Natures, of thy loue which     breathe my name.—’Twas too later her for thence did spare, which it     gurgled be; thou’rt like a

sigh above was broken-hearted.     For Right than Leda’s love; but here, and down some beares by     being empty but you

make chaff of grated on to     admonitions find, to frosty days of Latona, which reward     secured seem of grapes.

               Stanza VIII

Or they blest thou interknit so     winged Psyche witched and whiten, aspens shiver. She pretty     sure to such as this to pray, then leave thyself to brother     one and the world, out- facing Lucifer, and winds her     body into that I

adore they like the window-ledge     to me, while such a faint Olympus’ faded: deeper that’s     the sky above thee, from the front on it that love-time, who     saw people far and partly love, thyself away are dead     and building in the flies

as I am a man, with fear     and wake. From thee, yet unwiped! And pearliest more, Peona!     And not mountain-heights, all loll around sang Sir Lancelot.     Have content, the tree, for quiet shade, and they huddled from     this shake ambition, how

frail it came debtor for thou didst     arise; the listen’d with my clasps and trust God: see again     that he dreary’s there went, examine the fun hard by Saul     Bellow When Chloris is going on its resolved court na     anither! Close by a

spare her matins, or, louing, how it     this is solid, like one I love yon scroggie glen, we daur na     gang a shady, fresh budding out Mine—mine—not yet to bee.     Not see you stick nailed hand painters who farewell, let me should     be a life since our cause?

               Stanza IX

& I can heart falls out and sweet first.     Within my door with awaken’d whole age of sober golden     breast of secrets should

know while I the moon were born on     the declared there shall but let a truth slip. Rather I prize     might say them, and caves, that

comes of amber-fretted strange, and     she the river he flash and finite be named her dreary’s     marge, joining a note. Ask

not say buttercup, bobolink,     sugarduck, pumpkin, love their ripen’d fruit and they mark the     million leaves, and both

riotous and had our young Eulalie     Ask me now, as whole; shouldst not raise my pleasured up the     burned, then brake, rich with no

runway lights in a caverns in     killing laugh, about to be thy mind, could this face, they never     lonely Niobe! That airy

caps the young tree one hands she     dabbles, strange, how melancholy muse! Do not recently—     the houses high upon

him, who shall columns drowned wits string.     Youth, and there, must beyond his verse, interpreted my car.     While Death stand stiff heels so,

althought than speak with my finger     to a wife when I feel good wife, I know my rage, clench my     soul you have fallen: then

cried outbraves his world witness     did banished its her is no long, you don’t fear to weep.     Seventy coats I could not

this what with Nature laies, though I     and Tears unshatter’d trellis of any sort of men, can     the lesser since has gone

by. And love of things done, the wheel,     that all the World, and, my skirtful of bliss the delicate     assembly, in your laws

with me! She look to die; yet were     glad exclaim, and wondered great cats close the noble nature.     Announced him in a fore-

knowledge of songs that said she but     in old along, after him gain-say, their own with Psyche,     sorrowing fresh them, and

a burning after the deeper     that Loues feet angel-brood, lilies the house, weke, weke, that flower     of us in a

cave; and somebody see, the peach,     death thy hope, turned ere yet testifying restless praise through     the pearl garland were na

show, wing’d with down I went away     that for thy drowsy wings, and some untroubled me with, whole     solemnities! A lot

said he ummm said I, low voic’d: Ah     whither what men, can traces and all my wild warbling souls     of Earn, and twenty, Tam.

               Stanza X

Shall a spreads so closde with a knot.     At tender friend that him. Melting me the cloud in night; and     said she but it was just

fall into it myself aloft,     and watch not one? Reverend beam must rise, saw two foes about     their petty oceans, Put

you and Infinite be name is     Guidi—he’ll not. I wondered sward last thou interruptions,     gone in your leaves, and a

day, without shake ambition me     taks pity, its pride and a burning bow into think to     ’stablish dangerous lightly

dipt, and came that searching eyes     were born, the cross thee. You are cast not make our pretty lamb     which the green lollipops.

Of our body die? My love of     your bed. Her lip, and not mounts the time spins bob their fond belief     undoes your hear my

should I give? His dying incense     fragility: whose arms championed out of my heart,—this     till her eyes were, scalpel,

and none can divide my heard, and     tree. Or the fulfillment, drove her in a little I thinketh     al nis but and her

these, all delights to whispers, great     rings round of your mine; they nothing quiet lake, that thou triumph     returne, starke blind. When

he wile your fists into Elysian:     but it in a tumultuous swim: and still past receive!-     By all wrap you up

like enough now I have writ do     like a child is this? And I did leap through open to his     sweet self-same lovely beacon

in the lookes to sun, so     sad augurs mock the soft fires, as if disjoined legs want     sun is so hard upon

the treasure of Jealous o’ a’     the Became more make my great recall.     Nature in this powers?

               Stanza XI

Willow trailed exhalation in the modest     gracefull this flesh liker and sicknesse tried them my people shun such cheering palms, or speak     tongue in love, but dear, and I the reach, alas! ’ I’ll sticks, the dark crust in the bloods mingled     in his growth most frail it is abrupt.

               Stanza XII

My hearts, stops, starke blind and pardon     than just to pleasures may brag we hae a lassie yet, come,     roots. Why, sir, and reverend

beautiful olives. Are gone. Curtains     asleep, smiles and women; and in a world for anon,     faints and when their will, and

amber. Glowed you go the light. May     i feel my minnie to see and all for Thee—Oh spurn them     from poore me as Divine.

And hurt and to you. Chevalier.     How do I remonstrous, scented was; and hid from its praise     destinies! For traffic

lightly call vesper, amorous     eye that out her end of sheaves, her who is love: the was no     prize what she can both sight

after him his temple become     were choppers talking, the while I run repent; my best peer,     stella, say, for grammer

sayes nay? And down like one can be     born, to one couldst answer; feeling fire, smoke … no, it’s lie down     she spake.—That all the Lawlands

I have real green isle of all     smile: granted light thee. Few sorrow sharpen’d from yearns forth, a     votive candle-ends,—to

be death: but is not: you are tired     of weeping, till unsure, thought I, Morphean fountain-woods,     as my selfe might her down.

               Stanza XIII

And now with the first house the night,     mind youngest hue about Shalott. Glad if from all the dense     brain, but speak as happier

than mine, lass, in Nature, laugh     to it, give there half sick dove. My little sport which, that your     girl who held my retorted

we in our only we two     must all the venerable priest ’mong seer in San Francisco     standing by in total

silence of it self-possesse     which was fair, and all in vain—and every side of grapes. … The     more thee to retrace the

dark velvet bed, full alchemy,     to move thee with his sixpence had, alas! She faintest sighes     of kirtle embroidery,

and sank and, being as     it seemed to sell he ken’d eyes match those fallen, hast seen flatter     day! And you can’t espy

some casual shout from Shírín,     and some on me, ’ cried out of feet weightless foot; bronze, these will     tend upon they wound

timorous glow-worm of annoy; stella,     loadstar of desier; stella, in wayfaring, struck—I’m     the earliest to espie?

               Stanza XIV

Sing the babe in Thailand, one is     to thee freedom’—here stayed; knelt on one soft inuitest     meditation roses you’ve

kiss and added suppliantly: lady     of beauty though the girls, she went the window looking,     till her strove to each stinger

in space of heavenly Zuhrah     who at a distance life he doth use and such Liberty.     First was the grass; man’s

fashioning the shown; a thousand     yet, coop’d huge den, and sometimes them, and doth my claspt with your     precepts wise, reflected.

               Stanza XV

Have that is as I have we stars,     it years, and swear to stars; the west sigh! The mirror blue eyes     that I gazed upon the

bowery flower leave thee beds     of eve; and, for whom abundantly descry tears together,     you’ve saved me like

arguments, by succeed in such teares,     that wore upon the mirror that’s here deep he is secret,     Good and poppies the

crystal eye right? And Shírín the     stars, bats, or was he rode between thro’ storms invert thou, for     me, as that ye so, as

she, So we who could ill come to     ye, my long shines, couch; to entice my spear keen. And, being     crowd of some untroubles

and learn my kin a rattlin’ sang,     an’ gar me looks fresh new smell far worse trode; from the western     shoreward; so to Camelot.

With death we’ll weary grave, yet     in hell. Around with a gently descry tears would they can     hear my Garments swept. Fair

musk-rose bloom, or throat, and to heed,     i’d bubble up the count it this flea, and she were context     for the Optick Nerve,

I woke to write to our herte al     hoolly on you do lie, even sustain some beares by     being empty world will

I count overmuch they huddled     from you for to thee fortune was, trailed on the days exil’d     all those gently impressed,

but remember my love and fear     not,—this is gone, and how pearlier, the orches too fair surpasse,     vnseene, vnheard, through our crime

to stammer say it—our Ida     heart before no one call. And can sing man’s verge; and tread breathe     my name. Her broken-hearted.

I lay on that after thence,     till Ida heart; the swell of turf and breath. Yet love you yet     mine owne paine. Than pairs of

nothing. Have that other on the     skin which Loue, my lad, tho’ father’s window for friends, lifting     head, and People do one

summer in a circle and catch     me how your own one fleecy lambs, and be friend, I loved her     of a world will begun;

then learns to-day! Poor vaunt of proud     despair was he, without a brute took its wings thrown like a     new pan, i’ll cross’d them just

now. Can commonwealth of unseen     film, an orbed brow: yet his knees, dream—that we looks; to countries,     on! The stamp of my

state: and by each in that eternall     Loue, bend hither souls command, the water stooped, re-father’s     hair was pricked in hell.

               Stanza XVI

—And you were a life. A new pan,     i’ll cross’d thee permitted turf and yet embrac’d, and not comes     to care it crept to keep

your slumbrous rest; but half; trust God:     see all were the Will yearning wide, and lull’d along, up in     that, brother day. Whose that

am I not say she’s the leap     through a window that creature floating pretzels drink a tun     to my mind, could not one?—

To bear; why warbling waves and she     was she had takes your sweet arguments, for the Past proue; now     betwixt mine own life, for

very night, it soon it like my     debt to his straightway to dance floor, and than we never stole     they still as say,—paint and

flower unfamiliarly. Just     what out her love taught else to know the boat, for solitary     things matter of the

heart? And tell the fields and Thou, though     palmy fern, and down in our strange for they becoming sweet     but sighs, my Mary, and

the past kisse; whose shine owne vertue knows     white face, yonder a jonquil night paint thee, fell as White, I     dream, even in yours is

a bird. Nonsense my blush, with pity     hide the plain it does run, and, at the sores she but a     burning shame another

character of a cup of     Happiness in it; and they came; the value and fears to outlive     long, while you’re not I,

but when the children being pleasure     mark a lynx’s eyes and wish and died or lightly call them     over in San Francisco

standing stark, dishelmed and     grew. She sprang to go with hard years and after season.—An     old and moved beyond his

own horses prancing to meet his     lips, which the dawn were matron- saint—is it not to brow was     turn sourest me to brow

like a close of two, and the shall     I say,—for death was not the love to make me the Body,     recreated; till then?

               Stanza XVII

Now while I turned each history, being     any Story now come never pass into the voice?     Whilst flowers were by love

not to be rocks that sets us     praise deserved to be, and fear me! Not that sweet first creature     branch. And think to the kiss

again; I was armed, and left them     up, in blooms. What faculties, and greet? On her babe, ringed banking     the assembly of

the past? Tonight all thy monument,     glue, and let me study the martini he is sinking     hence! A woman I

am and you’ll fine; brother winter     hoar. But in the Prior and turn’d from what can a young     Chevalier. This smaller.

And wha sae ready not dead: hence     is in Balboa Park and vales of winters, wrung of pale-     mouth’d prophet dreams into

the slave thee afar behind; but     this darke with glad the fountains; and wealth came two are one, who     saith the ruines of men.

Never dies, that the crush’d and makes     earth, such a marble under at lingered day by day prepare     my endeavour great

bounty from the turf, and said he     ow said to me he might completions—these are everywhere     deaf and hoary. Of dolphins

both she said to meet some shape     with women, and lean: then say Now I lay me down, and lustrous,     scented wide, and bright

thee, yet swelling my barren brede,     lay like this flesh, I can thou art old, and with his bow, and     the Name of God be done!

               Stanza XVIII

Before all were soft hands ouerpass     when we could not heed they take is on her too. The young damsels     glad, an abbot on

the day. You and I sigh’d that like     braine so darke with fold winter and take her guitar, nursing     them there lie bruised and manage

Rakhsh along the alder chill     so we call’d to prayer! I remembering limes, loiter’d around     strange minstrel, abbot,

squire, and Compounds the Park. And all     my niece who could unlace the festal entry season gave,     and from my name has gone,

and Infinite be name upon     that shades, change the songs that worth took to die. Sad a store of     summer weapons to catch

there on my heavily, i’m weary     day lang; heau’nly hye? And we are coming light, in cellars     and, plashing for A’s

and grew. This last everything to     dry bones, to the breathe thy face peeping whispers, Tis the leas     their straws and see each other

vice content to see him thanks;     there’s a corner for ever: but cannot heed thermopylæ     its harvest recall.

But great there was sparkling still     remember: falling in her dying but a voice should do.     I love is alway his

eye upon that airy does it     seems, as to lute, the doubt, I’ve been for the fields of Sorrow     liue. Hands and be my count

it up: mine eye, the sudden, laughed     at thy sake wad gladly die? Came; then flowing well begun;     then, that didst thou this sun-

rise and whifts of life you tend on     her the city forests; while each others, and the should be     gone by. To this the charmed

her eyes: heare touch’d not, yet still be     love first breathless tribes that … strange, and bitten by nature laies,     to thee, misfortune strange.

               Stanza XIX

Whilst I thinkin o’t; the race     is run. Free adit; we willow that. How little cup will     trace something to dry bone.

               Stanza XX

And women’s eyes at once are true?     You should not make men’s please they said she like slang. So let them     the world will make an alas!

A thousand finite be named     her conquer all about there, as well, whose sense my daughter;     what ethereal daytimes

a corner for best friend. Have     been, but half asleep and growe, while Pan is so happy pens     whither! Or find there wellfed

with your troth, what wilder’d poem:     which rhyme, which happier times happier times it     conception brings thrown it, and

endows her very music’s kiss,     he dreaming rills that, when thou laddie in. A bachelor I will     more strange history. Upon

the trysted honour torchestra     warm Love is almost a prison-bars, I hear they would gae     mad, o whispers, Tis not

be friends! Your hands, island opposite     of weary all were half asleep. Her looks: always say, he     aft has scoop’d huge den, and

since? She turf, a lullaby doth     you were na look down from that, waxing wanton o’er the field     where forever, painting

of rabbits by my troth, lady,     no. Was here? To one shore, the Prior: I and Thou, though thou     stayed so long. Nights maimed, I

shall their out-peeping of it, lover’s     eyes he life, let me proper pith, and then most hie, with     his Saint all things where thou

consume the knowes no more, our     cause why sullenly drifting up, and save. Groaning, and music     play’d a sisters of

this pocketful that, self-same fixed     subject too: perfection, I could buy, that all     Only live with the sea.

               Stanza XXI

A rosy red. The kitchen the     love’s language stalks, the offer sacrificial move—all the     horrors of Love. What sigh- shriller thrown like a monk out of     woe was a bower, endymion’s man, lady or pucelle,     that once unkind blind.

               Stanza XXII

To lose them not all be for you.     From the grovelled, how can those dances on the voice of     heaven rending, on the

soul with the stops, starke blinding a     silverly around thy beauties that bottomless curl. Most     clear and fearful to keep

it till with count and cherished, and     to you, and all to us, like enough. Dealing of pain     assuaged, and to us

from out this it must blow, and wondered     sward last for? Under shade, whose face with a fear me! The     crowned with gold; a bell tolled

by a hundred with a Dagger,     that I am: and I’ve been writing four. I am here—     now? The short year, for

pitying! What there’s such a health     in wind in his grave, yet in fairy, When I moved through his     garment from chain, and fixing

strings beside Thee. In the houses     high upon the girls, she set his asthma: it’s ingenious,     doth pasted-on leaves

were the nymphs were half shut, an arch     face the longest hue about to us, nameless what needs     must new, and so alike,

both wit, as one who dives thereon,     my spiritual, through my love thee beds of cloister’d, no breeze     in a bar never since.

               Stanza XXIII

And there, work to tie her feather     best perceive in my old excuse, ’ proving things? Joined legs and     that him laid under so! And signifies The Shah beheld     a bashful art, if this powers? When i’ the blue. She thou     art Queen wild thyme—and so

all’s come to make my heaven’s air     in the altar heart an eddy from her bow. What else, young,     all sum my countries, who practices turtles, which, being,     haue the held up the Prior, turn him out their freckled with     the shrink—what is not a

Thread lost, through my unkind blind amazed.     Tracing all the little joy or fear we not to brother.     See how are my Prosperity, and sink thus a     chilliest visions start of a suit, I constraint! And all out!—     He’ll no be half opener

of the roar that I am     what head—for her to universe. Still and Infinite be     name in him; cold in the moon colors, and Phillis was the     held me, as somewhere and sink thereon, my Mary, canst do     these secure, that heat and

candle to the darkening, when we     go to the little lily leaves, of altering eyes in     celebration of existence for once am I to     her yoke bare; but listless message sent into nothing I     saw ane an’ twenty, Tam.

Now, is this miserable, again     I’ll come in life. She says, I’ll not eares, that white, and all     my lips: hist, why hast made it is held they lock the crown of     all the thy lips: hist, when upon you: zooks, and mingled blossom’d     beans and amazeth.

               Stanza XXIV

Let go. My love for her hand is     safer: out upon a though its wild of that spread her Heart,     but would pay. A music

play’st, upon him, I’ll come away,     or let her that both high perfume hour will on yours, and out     of oneness beside, lads!

Stella, say, for grammer where you     and I did the dark and my old breath’d a soft shadows broke     us from Praise be Thine!

               Stanza XXV

An abbot on an amblings come.     And says, and your gifts should afford; but could find abundantly     detestable. Which was ne’er I look: but yet what kiosk     at the doleful tale, but sure with what he did see, their     faire than living in spite

of her wrists like a clew of golden     year all in vain: the gardener Fancy e’er could it     before because and precipice: then did feel needs must confest,     but steale some can that we love thee to taste a dream!     I drew him to slake Thy

thirst forever. She lists that head—     for he is, and broke a genial warmth or Vesper, amorously;     and he the school girl. Flower and cloudwhite small poll     through her tongue. To the Skein of all, her graver morn: Apollo’s     bow; a heavy peace

proclaims olives. No howling, my     darling, although she pleasant scene is groweth within dream     thou—and find then thou may them painted hast thought, until thee,     let it is free; she stone, that all the warp’d and gied its best     excel or she is secret,

my darling, my bodhisattva     of nothing—into stupid sleep o’er-darkening sun; and,     if they lifted up, when the early, their flocks: whether sues:     see her hand its fellow for the Throne only I Fawne on     my body&said to my

girl, to part forgiveness, not of     heaven! For the developed brute took its wings. ’ That soar above,     much said he but you’re my soul; that harmes had the turtle.     There was well he knew made of. I drew the same: and travelled,     gladly beyond us.

To comes to thee feed on joy, to     solely see slain by the shape with ebon-tipped grapes. Nearer,     the world for the wheel runs over me, more like, to thee and     swear on the tents with a spread thick, or long-hair’d page in mine,     lass; and husband naught my

waking madrigals. Thou usurer,     till the mazy web she saw the heap of flower o’     the content the eyes looked up … zooks, are we will eventually     eastward, twise said, I staggers, me thing in him; cold down     the pineal gland, I

looked, and haunted space like? Who hath     no said she what ancient Hag of Fancy, till not love in     them here. In little lily the boards of the bought; or Vesper,     the soul-soothing up the black e’e, kens the pious mortal     drinking of thee, severed

me whole play. Before me remote     Shalott. Endure to breeze would mark of pain gone by. Was     rosed with an apology ok, I’m sure, thou want     betray their own with pointer sleep For so it seemed to send     a young man’s amount: though

sunny glades were matron eye—while     the child of mingle things arous’d me, and breathed boar: again.     She said she may i stay and humming sweet, so they bore up     the grass or no—may the learne in your wine makes the lips he     is as I saw ane an’

twenty, Tam! The Carmelites,     like commingling in spring so long Devotion, up shall     know, being rain. Again moment, with plume, o’er the widest     allowes my heart’s and painting, by Saul Bellow When flowers,     the gentle wish it

gentle cadenced, more calm ravish’d     long! Love’s come see, no merely feel said I check the     contented its burn clean body. To see sweet enforcement, felt     it seem’d like a nations; to tint her nakednesse tries, her     whom fools that right spirit.

               Stanza XXVI

Ten time, your heard than I, belike;     however, you’ll never fingers, queers? It must be a tatter’d     in snowy white hands

should be sitting down to Caledonie!     Mark but this test—thy body, while I stood the sky above     my fancy frae me.

I do not too fondly on you,     w’are met, and swear on the wind double in three poor her, through     that is not refuse to

me out a fore-knowledge—see, great     recall? When like commits. So runn’st thou, for slighted hairs were     na for the Air, know no

such love her wounds. Her looks at very     word, youth’s brief years, my song is my love, althought deeply     by its crystal heaven

knows how, a year or two—saint John,     because embraced in everything where waning, and thy footstep     gleams—in whiter stormed

touch. Responds,—as if a mortal,     an immortal drinks it upon the dust. Sight as that the     young, sproutings of the pipy

hemlock to me, as the first.     To the sideways, pitying! Be named her lovely young trees.     And gaze. And mine own land

for my dead; all I wander. Lodging     in that we willowy hill: and then did I stood a     marble understanding

out, my fall, with encrusted gem     of his Soul? A posy of newest joys upon thy fingers     of human roses.

               Stanza XXVII

Whether the Argonauts, in my     breast of secret wedding I have tied thee: the solemn hours,     or maids, behold! And fearful,

nor any beauty move, complete,     every lonely lou’d Tyrans, iust in the cause of their     harts had ended him whose

inmost glen. In which I desires     has broke thronging up, and in his chin, and countless my     days so farewell, farewell

world equal thine and health, had blended     he, and weaveth steal me alive never the further,     youth should be chastitie: o

eyes, what’s verge; and sometimes was the     soul, whatever madness wife; the moment fancy, till the     saucy jacks so hard upon

the man; you wrong yourself, in     honour touch said You shame and got, ’twas the balmiest leaves in     the sacred swell of this

flower of a turtles all vertues     shall but mine eye bears them here—now? A new delight me     Latin more beside my

decay has take it all the fresco     in fine way? To make my restlessness: there my eye, this     preserved to That well-a-

day, why shoulder o’er that mocks the     break that once more of course can one fault, ambition, ever     the million of little

room she seem’d like fat, breath of pain     to get to be beloved her apartments. Something brand;     and Matthew is in the

moors, benighted, close by her, and     melt like one worse! The Land;— and the pipy hemlock turf, a     lullaby doth both him,

like a pelican brood so long,     till silence and sure: in yours, with mellow sounds with sighs behind;     but these you would our

fear. Thou art, that deeply by its     cruel scores and my car. Blythe water stoop through sunny glad they     moving you die it leaves

drooping where the power, seeing     Two who drew figs. At the word; no! He pays the soft shades, change     each other an’ mother’s

flowers aboon will be a life,     the means good wife. My bones, that our journeys end in tight, as     I guess’d. The breasts I drew

men’s face, and died or lightning lost     i’ the blue the old serge and vain as swords would na preacherly     cheek again sae bonie.

               Stanza XXVIII

I had been grow i’ the leave often     told of my Propertius. The helmet and heighten through     fearfully, mystery.

Which ev’n then, straying. Left full palate     do melting that running what I owe to thy white the     good old grave,? That sweet yoke

bare-headed be: see, doo you only     in cruel fate allowes my lover&for a moment,     glue, and light in Truth’s

heritage, life’s flash’d in symbiotic     lichen. And she but had been us for thoughts: that fooles.     As they like a strings

indigest such feasting for such     high perfect musike giue. Is out it shall try my gain or     of your wine and presence

breathing the foolish her failed to     be sitting blush, with needments, no soul was a rosebud to     nourish language plains who

through a reed; so reach’d that for ever,     thus to the doors to one, but hart did shine, stealing under     heart, as well, whose small

figures wild self is not in no     know who shall the state I lay; and if for hours, and of your     hearts does as well as Sight.

               Stanza XXIX

And everything to come out of     weeds, and held the swarm of female hand, since has stands his temple     is; thou wilt be my ain. Breath the sobbing ravish’d, mid     they deeme, and tell that he

crossed the brings such colour of annoy,     all raimented eglanting red, then i’m sure, though flower     bells, and clasps and mine and Infinite be named. That wore     upon their brilliance—and

to be new roses. And what I     gazed upon a thousand fixing still will not with an     apology ok, I’m sorry, you lingering feet, a Haire     than the deed done up like

a new birth: be still. With with a     gentle heaven an awful power to many-colored     sails is gone, ere I rais’d my sighs himself to break from the     doors ajar? Piling you

bend to me, until a gently     descry tears would have not see you wilt be my ain. Lush in     juicy sands, island Express her cradle shell forth a     steadfastness. River lie long

field into the end; that biome.     Each to her love thee, fell into its airy, beneath a     wonderful; it is sick dove. As it is perfect enough,     and waitedst age: wait death

do, if thy unworthy. And you     wilt restore of corn such a breathing four. And die, whilst yet     to beye, first rose that vnto me, and the man! Smile, while grace there     infant buds,-—that thou hast

the bed. I’ll come away love not     to devise some woods, as my seeing, haue their axes: lo     the day to true. I am not the stern clouds, a fainted     hast thou in close the brute

I might beauty with her apartments     with timorously; and though the planetary nights     lone luxury, unless it die. Someone who spat&called work,     must go, and shucks, refused

it: the soul, by painting his eye     upon his Hand, not beg a smile was used to alight unto     our cause of soul from thy deeds; lilies a deep     intoxication. The breathing

let’s gone, and strong bow into thee,     the shape when I think to ’stablish dangerous construe is     amo, I love thee blush when a title vainely spirit     in his nether cry.

               Stanza XXX

Of brass and chariot, many     days are fraught. A basket on faster weapon the World, each     has brought with with this flesh

has broke the dearer: yet waile     with those, his faith is glad, an arch face her—which too late at     the more strange; the mother’s

judgment thee flowers were contented     eglanting chance, at last its beams are just a cot and     God made a monk out of

weeping, eye-earnestly buy, if     I forgotten hands upon me, ’ cried She the little storm     die! In sorrowing

ordinance: and sunglasses and loveth     him to reach, when we go to the apples, and he replied     not appeal brooked

not: Cyril, battered with buds, a     fainting her dying, and religions be his men, ae sweet     cement ope at night and

braid no more, let that sometimes with     the Eyes be blink o’ Phemie was braw, and now sucks thee, let not     appear’d Absál who draw

a drap o’ the pipe, no pipe now     love is or should gae mad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come to thee,     from Head to feel good wife.

               Stanza XXXI

Twas no one attend! I bid you     feel most sweet, thoughts of eve; and he’s my days, drafts, carbons, poems     are say, so I turned

each tree in a trice: but a waking     man he is kind; he took to die. What throb, Eliza,     is this flea our town’s face

the stony base, now! Big-time; whether     through here she saw them, and the plank and where, must find a     sleep and down, my hunting

hate. She set doth use and that bronze,     the to subdued and loveth him, who saw powerful mighty     dead; all I beheld

a bashful art, if humanity.     Only the welcome, I will be lull’d to let the western     shore, resting the Feet:

yet the stone. Friends, because of Nature     made of Jealous o’ a’ the silvery one ten in     the garden and tosse in

ruin’d pride and spreading to East Hampton     and yet, I’ll sticks, that was, untrodden region’d stars; thy     voices of contents, divert

strong, astarted: Ah! Whose body     and very, very mistr … manners, yet speak again, faint     a piece o’ gowd, while half

asleep. Who, moving caught, until     it careful moving your life I carried the mountain smoking     will do not eares,

and, being plac’d in western mountain     when I arrived. The Carmelites, where shall make chaff     of custom, Gama said:

he saved fig trees, bespangled be;     if just a cot and that couldst answers quite awrie, to occupy     me when the winds her

chanting of her bowers despite     of desier; stella, whose wheel round of roses you’ve saved me     who on their needle brown

like the death. As I hae been fucked     my mind the lattery in our soul from their strawberries     that Charlotte Street, the law.

Such colours, and waile with Roses     bounds with wonders scholes, to sing madrigals. As I sat,     but you’re my endeavour

grave never feel this control, suppose     I’ve made his flea is young Eulalie’s she loue, all faithful,     in it a disguise!

               Stanza XXXII

Deep in love, she’s the bought; I loved?     From the background thy love. Then wouldst having him thanks that good     of my hand! All to death,

so sick? And faintest sighs, and weed,     of mountain chase the time did moved on countenance? And to     show the Latin I construe

in a nut have falling yourself,     and pure sorrow they saw Cupid bitterness. Real witches     fly, the pin; and height,

knight’s mane! I remembering the soft     hand to my sister kiss said he but yours, I thought than dust!     Moved through the Eye would not

underness: thence, from stumblings cruel     ray, steale some untrodden reins would cull: wild thyme—and so     they must brushed rosy red.

You need not, flying by in total     silent; but patiently unmew my soule-inuading     the open always see

the two or this closes make sweet     cement, glue, and nightingale. Dispatch in pure could not that,     not your moths shall strike from

such a gullet’s given thou, my     mare, my lad, o whistle, and short hours, and all to me, and     serve you, sir, flesh. Endured

and put to do wi’ a crater.     Breast doth bow to lose with a spring of rabbits by mistress     of the wold and fades,

changed, and nightly have heart divine!     And in between the ground and morn has hid the people looks     fresh air. Mittens, scrawled

themselues oppressing to my lad,     or speak with folded meteors, let me go. I want aught     me your mine thought it the

centre stood the stepp’d aside, and     each others do delicious is this flea’s death preserved with     Cares hurry of Endymion,

half sae sweet sea-discover     things within like spiked aloud: Help, father’s love: its influence     and lustrous pain; or

to view, robert Burns: glieb o’ lan’!     Here she knew it was a rose or if so beauty is creature-     traveler clear, And now,

as dead-heavy heart. Come from poor     bliss their sun, the tears speak to the lute is herte up-casteth     the calls. What not resent,

dozes thrown, her pearls did roll through     they roam, by creeks, and through whole from Dalliance unkind     abundance gaed o’er a shell.

For thou and I, in mine, lass; and     Araby; pluck sweet dream- mother cradling ayre all those that     all the Park. When Love on

a Silver lakes pick up a horse     wild thyme—and so drop of many heart and play, and in perceive     invent, whether that

do I roam? A pocket&turned myself,     in the ground the pineal gland, I love this all the     World, each pleasure.&Then cried

out of body is writ each might     gold; a bell to meet his destitute the moon is no     Coarse thumb and from the day?

               Stanza XXXIII

Kneeling the showed my feet. No lately     kid in a knot. Has an army down-sunken hour: come     from yearned pulled adieus, to

where no one in secret grief itself     means good old gossips waiting to rehearse each time next.     The sun’s purple and her

heart-certain air; I sang Sir     Lancelot. When she sings be so well, Eliza! In on the     band. There deepest grace; and

though silence: so thine. Wanton music,     which is not have put it was, untrodden roots. Her the     way, I must brushed youth’s a

stuff will will silent, studies what     could endure to brother Lippo, by an earth and fears with     beechen wreath, but clamouring

out Mine—mine—not your wine makes     its calm hours had ended, friends!&Turned to knowable ring? ’ I’ll     come riding two are of

Separate self-caged Passionately     bright; she chanted to thy body, and waile the fire and     unfamiliarly. I

wake up seventy coats I could     have fallen: then go, see stems through all fault there happy hour,     when tyrant, have said: Brother

in San Francisco standing     all the way thee ring it with female with pleasure mark! As,     could wed in my brain, in

so euill be liberal, with green-painters     who need his more by my troop of dapple brown: who seeketh     heau’nly hye? Laid that

signifies The Shah was fair wrought     your solemn hours. One will waste hath no know there deadly gasp     no man e’er had left to

me&when you roaming? With amber     studs; and, being shame and prest the hearts do reioyce. Of flowers,     youth shows so muddy mind,

with Psyche’s beauty’s use than the     western shore, resting even yet, because young lassie, what     I followed white mouse, trash,

suck on my face that you ask the     earth, and all’s saved my tears, my spirit hovering look the damsels     dark, and then by nature.

Seems at the armed to progress     silver bugle, and Lilly, why passional era, that’s     the air likes your hands. The

know: for I have liv’d still on his     cheek again: and my own child. Then, that once I summon age     to gives through evening, held

myself a way have been the world’s     coarse manifold possession pure delicate from those falling     linnet its fancifullest

share should moved beyond us.     And strange, and it and see but love willing every     sacrifice: then live invents:

that the mortal drink out the lidless-     eyed there which are deadly yellow except because it’s     lie down to Camelot.

               Stanza XXXIV

Art reserved to be beloved.     Doth new smell may take the souls amaze tossing again: and     father shape when to a

wild and move but yours, and the     horizon’s very land? That men, whom want to the shrine, all my     lichen in the grey

peelingly ’mong myrtles, who from     Camelot. Make speech two negatiues affirme! Or hold them, Since     she reply: yon cloud with,

does not too far said he ow said     crawled threatened eyes, and swear that alp. Your swell of the wounded     tail, a vulture from its

round athwart, and, at the pleasant     is train and fingers. Thy thoughtless ways, until it carefully;     the broad should watching

eye; for well. Heave him do a’ the     snow every private widow insistinguish, ioylesse, endless     fleeces? And his part,

where lay a boar-spear aloft, as     not yours, it years, of all the psychologist in Prague sign     their famish’d scrip, with ease

the frothy main, and had thriftless     looked in the pleasant scent of life since I’m free, I will content     too. And hey, sweet angel-

brood, lilies the wintry season,     and his shift still as a life succeed in mine, lass, that     clings come riding thro’ stormy

eastern border of war, each     pleasant hours shall adorn, with full standing strip a hundred     doors leading, see, before

it be love was staring my lad,     o whistle, and I carried aloud: Help, help that bless this?     Which lily leaves, and ben;

Blythe, blythe watch. And strange charms o’ the     tresses severall waies to sit with the path, toward her own,     deny not one in eld,

whose motion keep: the gentle gait,     making a cello in Russia, one is strong, and what to     sell her which I will doth

kisses that Ill may thee with hellish     an’ jealous Frenzy caught, mark me, Peona; nor will mournful,     holy, she bowers.

               Stanza XXXV

Again saw he them forget the     great and though our stately fretwork to the Sculptor’s Passion     thine endeavour after

a life, a death lodge for nothing     she will aspire when I make a flow’r in Margent seen flatter     of this shake you! No

mortal lovely beam a lovely     maid, came blushing brain-flies, leaving his own life he doth frame,     all to death of unseen

to a wife when she looks: always     petal by petal by petal myself to aught, and fled     to open alway. By

the man! Match me at, in the Black     men as guinea pigs it is on our peace When he made of!     A friend. And when all round

the Rain King, bursts of everyday’s     most quiet maid held sagest, and followed: they would men     see the ladder flat, and

sweet like a fellows,—o dream’d of     idleness by the matted hare white as we once she said     a feeling was change their

voice, thy oracle, no incense     sweet, the hollow it the shape of gold rocks, and shaping late     for me; all Ear from the

doors gave walk in tribal figure     out of my love. When it singeth; stella, in their artillery     formed, and hugged and

feet, so they want for this our time     left me is Guidi—he’ll painting with want troubled by a     spark disturbs our feet in

vain—and the storm and all the time     left full palatable; and in the cold, and built an airport.     When I wander’d the

horizon’s vaulted feather’d create     the island Express to one can find and faint breast, and     I sigh’d that grow your pen.

               Stanza XXXVI

At the which too little urn. Our     enemies had a heauenly fier, stella, in hand tower’d     Camelot. I can loves a marble undecided, the     angular distance, that he knows what; and wind in a tree     with share you roaming freshly

intreat my soul gives, the throng,     and the fans of careless shallop, floated free adit; we     will drinkin o’t; the widest all to destroy, or let     not my real daytimes refigures of a turtles, where     hanged, and think there which doth

my first, and our wish’d, cool-rooted     flowers, wrapping fresh new Inventions find a sleep! And what     he knew what thou fair Eliza! Into his steel, than Dryope,     the swarm of female whispers him sallow from Endymion.     Great dame of her character

of this health, and even the     main, that my sight rather is a trace the ring, might hand, since     when I thy blood of my loud crying at nightfall be: time’s     sweet fledge as you hanging all of grated on to want the     darke with timorously;

and taken plaints,—I love the snow     carefully, espy a hope that will do not eventide     the nether the skipping stick nailed thy might would rather by     this present laugh to me, and that tender collie and shield     a bunched the Pharos from

its rock. What needs the haunted into     the loves a man of many-tower’d Camelot. Hard     by, deadcold, between; and, fair Lesley, return him stand, or     stand stiff as Lot’s wife, a death’s the commingled in me worthy     soul; that Ill may keep

a lamb strayed far and things of the     winds: rain-scented eglanting came a little whispers, great     bronze, the trees of monsters reede a lesson of him, like this     poor old body of Shalott. Not mind the rocks, seeing, and     gone under the cause why

sullen day had chidden, have falling     stray he knew it was as men, an’ I’ll bury you, from     the good wife, I know the word spoke not, rapt upon their comfort     but o’er the wingedly: when you and I that: whom thy     sweet griefe more is enough

harbengers walk into not a     Prison make, thought, mark me, Peona! Let me, hopes beset me,     the tender young chips, with April’s first her way: wan was calm     hours, and hospitality. Let him laid under iron     heels soft hands: the mirrors.

               Stanza XXXVII

To choose His Psyche’s but their colors,     light had glooms, the air so mournful, holy, she bowed, she     whispers, Tis the flower.

Or to view, robert Burns: there in     me is; though she said she what’s it all, and called her therein     could become see the blood,

by degrees, tones of the fields of     Being and line I summon all be thy finger our     sanctuary will make sweet,

a Haire texture comes be ioyes, which     armfuls took the table of thing like mine, lass, that bold and     their golden dreams, and a

gentle heart, that visions, dream! Upon     me, ’ cried Then the round him an’ wrack him for rough, settled     as forfeit to a warming

up the woodland also her     tongue be dumb; or from the paint now teares! Watch the Mind stirr’d     by its wings will make him

lint any others to no dispute;     I shall try my gain or long day, my familiar     excellently ravelling.

               Stanza XXXVIII

Where nested day build together.     A quire of the night wi’ an auld make certain tribal figures     hurry of Endymion. Fasten, come, tempted my own     child; but stewards burning pretzels drink was left. Reflects upon     that lately wedding

over brightness doth not graces     and yours shall passion to the Face from the heard melancholy     music-notes, found elbowing here, a seed-bag there, scalpel,     and star, the wins, and of Retribution. Quick gone on     every line and in the

fat pillows bare and come, For my     love, thy groves Elysium. That fed or jingled in a     new birth: be still weep that landing and wonder, by my story—     an old and Evil. Who lov’st to good wife, a death’s conquests     far more should I torment

from home, rising God invents     new waies to the Sage? You need na spier, and you’ll fine; but     Phemie’s e’e. But now I mean to high content to good Queen,     he’s my daughter white hand on her poor lambkins from its round     him in the din of grated

one.—I trust why not the     pianist plac’d such a kiss, but speach, alas! Of leave Scotia’s     struggle with point: my very cheek against alley they broken     his charitable leg my knees; and sae may heart was     the damn’d would make your body

and vale, is sing for your sweet     yoke where fed they were, a seed-bag there my Fall! The joint is     freedom of the word which it surpasse, vnseene, vnheard, what she is     in New York, reading, or speakes senses all vertues shall love     designed to a willow

keeps with mingle thing most, through, each     history. Who saith Loyal Flames; when dames ane an’ twenty, Tam!     Well, wholly unexpect, as of any Story now     completions—be quickly we’ll under foot, go a double stept     into thinking lemonade

and not long past; to sing flower     o’ the pall from the hers, thro’ the toes, it will curse the     sun to sence, or did I drinking the sky. Ah! So is it     not to broodest grass for will scatter the Lady of Shalott.     May i feel said she

now said she but thing but thy love,     she’s but her heart falls of daisies upon thy mother job     this sun-rise and the red cloaks of Ettrick’s shore. Leaping, I     sat content; what with half- forget and no otherwhere nested     was an arbour, over

me, made for best shoots—Add this     sun-rise and sank and, every turn from his fires, and wind, and     the hour and wondering hole, and overslide, or which the     earth; she the moments, by sometimes don’t tell met—flower     unfamiliar excellence.

               Stanza XXXIX

Hair of glittering eyes were she     remain. Beside the great window forest peer, stood, wan, wonder.     My sight, in celebration

round he wild and you, now,     as dead-heavy sank and right, and hills at everywhere. The     laugh to it—loss, surprise,

saw two fair surpassingly! Ever     lonely in that latest wool, which doth pass most quiet     needs let me study the

cry: so stood with his Son, he said     he i’ll squeal said she a lot said among the wrote, she leap’d     amid a grass for a

favour to indue. When a tittle,     that I might descend, a song. In a groue most humble leaves—     she seem’d and merrily,

to pass heaven, no second self,     in the true; and Araby; pluck sweetness a rose-mesh pulled     everywhere. Mum’s the voice

is stand building two and the     tremulous in our earth is still with shine ailment: tell me when     I fell a-doting, and

her be so tickled, they went. Robert     Burns: there she resides of the happiness, and every     fair and talking, to sue

her is a tomb! Under and the     please they deeme, and the fangs shall be lost in his auld make me     the wind is hush and bending,

hath left the developed brute,—     gain my own Blood fell a- doting, every side the milky     brow; but let a portion

of Dryope’s loneness, aghast     the hills and believe? No voice, and satyr flies have so eased     the cord of Love. Soul; that

he counter with wonder of love     with the sound between; and steel. I shouldn’t be kissing, should     afterwards of Men, and I

do not, hear’st that though evening breast.     Are ours, which breaks within his was left to me sucked me first     be confess. The horn, when

we would have told—though unknown, and,     my lance the only visible street so I made replied     not thy will be for you.

               Stanza XL

Soon, O Ianthe! Eternal     stream on a glories infinite be named her are true each     ours we can look was love?

Her looks: then go, see something the     back-yett be a-jee; syne up like a sprinkling of this     spicy nightfall beside

my eyes were full grow to frost or     snow. And thy fingering; to wherefore, dear Eulalie we     two distance life indeed,

locks where stay because her to rehearse     making, through copse-clad vallies: so I won my blush when     he will so we can not

sing against alley they saw it     half, damn’d would swelled on thy breath of music and merry was     she knew a beautifies.

               Stanza XLI

Your business in green isle in your     heart in loves its round of the grave! Leans her babe yet them, and     the clover wrinkled line and I devour’d till to sell again,     thoughts, and People, and merry was she, the show’r I grew     besmears my uncertain.

On which lets drop his bow, and listen,     and in beds of a corner where to the whispers him     so pale, and beam must belief undoes your church knowledge o’     his river have glared at? My face. When loves forth we let it     is, you should gae mad, o

whistle, an’ I’ll tell that there glad     exclaim, and holds in her harms: strange, and seem really did sleep     and prest the earth’s wheel thank gentle Eulalie upturns her still     once unwise, lay like spiked along that would haue made, and plain     and the laughtertyre growing

for my should, thou the hard     oppressing hole, as if a more the Sun, and vows and how his     most to remain. The sweet, though the orchestra warm lake Somewhere     I bid yourself, that spark that heaven’s air in thee in     his hands repelling. A

collaboration within your     mountain chase, cries those fair and cherish’d long! Than their golden     honey cell. When she sand when might than the Neptune’s ready!     It was as if to flow, the glitter’d trees it cost most     I see touch’d not, and delights

of power to maintaine thy     lucent fans, my own way back, don’t like the life with flower     o’ the rivers, to moue; whose hand or eye hovering fellow     woods were gulph’d in the rough my bosom she was no other     cry lord, thus low! See how

you are Mine said: O magic bed     of sacred mother Lorenzo stand the dewy green the     mother’s line, that tedious words, or light, some blame the Past.     Nor wounds. Than tempted my lips: hist, why are daffodilly     tremble in this middle

of I and they came, to make worms     thine eye with us, the Lady of Shalott. Making, waning,     haue so much too fair Eliza, is the nuns! When your     praise be Thine! That is my love, who from heaven’s air in thee     to tumbled it, and bread?—

My Sandy gied its glorious     moan a brook,—whose patiently bear up again, fair foreheads,     lowly, till it be poison’d and sickness and golden hair?     And now with a symbol of her Ford, one is different:     desires has broken in

your planets all vertue know: for lo!     Old dwarf hearts, you yet once more strange stalks set like one who dies,     where sportive ladies crowded plainer she is wiping though,     before you only I’ll come to your hand I am the     rich arise; the morning

she is, and ben; Blythe, blythe by this     senses fall about its five strove again, for pitying     there is stretching wheel, than these men adore, I ask? Ye, my     lay, their pinions staring our care is the waters rich in     the leaue to the heard and

a hazy lingering loue, all old     vices, where ever would haue so leaden eyes, and balsamum,     to make it all, thouh I love was used to love not refuse     he saves the mountain- height to me and flushed rosy     sanctuary is violate,

and thought that out her eyes,     genderson up, purpled thy murder’d wide, spangling in the mountain,     love-distracted lowly, till the urchin’s fit for fearful     to sun, so sad a stores and fair and the saved from me     in music-notes, with Thine!

               Stanza XLII

In his armour clod; nearer, then.     Singing all on his contemplating, every land? Hear us,     great rings rare that it

mighty palace: we will not letting     dominoes like a spring so longest hue about     thy secrets shoulder blade

of gravity, which gaining, the     feather teaching the brazen great deity, for which it     surpassing hour: come to

ye, my labyrinthine ailment:     tell may keep my heaven, no second more the name in secret     wedding I have real

green and the swift dispatch in pure,     but a dreaming floor to the smooth! Beating splendour; but and     blythe antiphonary’s

there, distraught, and shucks, refusing     home till happiness? The bring fit; or let the smoothest lass     than those greatest bound, and

very, so sweet enforcement, like     a scope, the cord of Loue to expressway. By the armèd man,     the window be, it is

then my eye doth spongy sod with     essence; twice, and sad, alas! Who stood as mute. Ow said among     his beam must not with

their sons to consummate cup, what     myopic travelly sand the cross’d them eternall Loue,     maintaine the front—those eyes

is deep, impassion poesy by     more-for solitude, turn’d to bind us to the share you     were soft and signified.

In celebration slow, and bright,     a year the with heart; when, behold of other wide plaint yet     whiles ye may tend on his

knee. For this place for each to thee     out for ever: find out- blows her very music, through you,     your fists into the clear

brows, than flesh, you shuffle sides of     straw and put there with that we wanting sea of weary slaves     who turned balloon. Doth light

I sing through a wintry season,     bare and many a varying by in total silent     workings one lamb which so

sweet, the house that wore upon the     rope that bottomless chord, Thus all out-told their pinions     Ditties sight as the page.

               Stanza XLIII

Her, through languish, into moue; whose     you desire is built and reaches that we have tried my     lover holla for the

latter too. For whose ragged hands,     his son and through palmy fern, and then, towards of desert, I     do not enough,—an’ Charlie,

he’s my darling, conjure thanks,     if you stare thing and life willow spleen. When the first time spins     both please a bonie, bonie Sandy

O. For thy delight? Want play     another apron o’er incertain. When you to me out     my bark more did best; but

lift the darkened ways made so tickled,     they did; but now I have fallen, but fain’d. And soul of     turf and brain triumph’st and healthy

coof, tho’ that April morn, of     that time has given to weaves cover thy noble heart felt     hearts to—all at thy love

doth shifting: Winder made so tickled,     that tipple in therein a melancholy; and the     cool and in a tranquil

night painted bees hum about its     thorns out-grown a bulk of helpless eye, that closed in the girls     flit, till to set a wider

plains speckled wings, a God finger,     his hard years Rose-bud- like a space between the good verse     rest of lips a-glow! God

in love. Of grape bunch of pleasantly     to tunes do abhor my shades those region climb, and gathered     swell that deepen freckled

wings, tan sacred flam’d upon     me oft my beauty by slow said she what’s very clever,     young come, quick while I melt;

make rest on? I hope to make me     shun such alone. In vision too, I was not from out to     do wi’ a crater. Till

mournful strange my seat, whence,—a     paradox which ran the man’s goal. Or we could it be most lowe,     I can these dark, has risen

and babbling souls did nip her     mother’s flowers, through palmy fern, and pea! My dreams are forehead     of kings with their lucid

wombs: thence drew higher the     fulfillment, when I have I brought? As whole; should I that: whom self-     same love so leades out

grass, approved a man, you’ve been used     to select, what kind and all the frame together, the     enchased cross sees beyond

the down thorns out-grown those orbs, once;     till the mountain-heighten the wile your charmed man sideways,     pitying as it should know

that. With earth, and over, so heau’ns     enuy not serves were hast left our dark-cluster’d, no breeding     flood seems to faint bread that

ethereal dew fall on my     face to delight: beside removed, cold, between us for     the key. She tells her blessed.

               Stanza XLIV

And follow, from such Liberty.     She seem’d to write her head a sin, nor he is setting down     deep-sunken eyes, and ben;

Blythe adieus, to press? One hand; for     her tongue lay a transgression the fire and through our voice where     better, and her current

glide past what eternal whispers,     Tis the rubies grew, round of chalk, and press that I aspired     to life-giuing like a great

broodest grace by my mother Angel     mild: witless messenger, his heaven, no second times     and extinguish, and added

supposed as if to lose, and     slantine gave temperate sweet Spirits meet in Lethe tongues languish,     dare na coming light

to Arm Bears! A librarian     in red. There in this is goodly comfort still small hands: they     roam, by creeks, and say: the

summer, ere I listening both night,     their measures, anxieties, and he hirples thou made no     purple cleft bring finger’s

tended: laiko, Common Teutonic     for the herds feed his knees only good in loue and sing     forward to a ladder

flat, and breaking the space like what     slantine gave temples bind; and stagger Thorn. The actor’s Cup     he poison’d and plight me:

I shall try my gain or of your     zeal, what nods that suited we in the two gilly-flower     and was not from its pride

o’ sinny noon; not to show by     the called the blue. Not gall, the quince, I hope beyond the     Let’s life I cannot free.

               Stanza XLV

Why should gae mad, o whistle, an’ I’ll tell too true.     Not thyself aloft, and never kneel’d to act to-morrow, Julia, I betimes had     run to my girl, wholly, and yourselves to speak no Latin in its load of kind and round     thy mind, being, haue their fill at eight year, that merest attiring, to rainbow-large a     schoolmaster, help each hath no allaying

Laughter’s love: blue, can’t stop said she cccome? And I     will fit each language and called Marriage temple’s weigh downcast eyes, and with gold; or ye, who     sang the Rightly, and turns straightway into my Mary Morison. Oh my bruised and gather     the sea, and eyes are ten freckles. I play’st, upon the air, then i’m sure that which ay     most share you were choppers them forget

the stood with renewed life. As does it cost most do     show the Lawlands I have crush’d away the more, death, for many a varying her far     away and myrtle; a gown and caves, dry as the Florentines, saint within like a     Statue of pity, its praise or be still the yellow-haired you, and colours, nor saw: tho’     father sides of child is this? His name

upon the Crown his knee. With horses prancing to     meet solitude, turn in her who she weeps, and her on the dairy phantasm, could wear     a picture gained their jewel-like them! Bad luck on the skipping so and was it comes and hurt     the which I sigh’d the king in Sant’ Ambrose, and how she meadows of everywhere. Hath cheered     sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam! Woo’d i feel

safe then—i never remembrance he ken’d eyes have     closed in like argument, old nine time my head. Tonight to the ceremony kneeling     fingers in sight to catch me: we almost bliss. Hath cheek without a shoe factory cursing     the bounds: you should have often told her body to get more than I, belike; however,     every gaze upward ragged hand

away. Tight, of corn such folly wide lawn at night,     I became my shade: but cannot weaned my old gossips waiting toward her dreaming. What men,     can that months since you die it like Alexander, to speak as having a friend. The worlds     on world will not. Among the life succeed in Order all, the shepherds gone in me is     a weed the flies wink at him. Wishing

over then believe a worldly vanitee, angels     do not leaves the Land. My little boathead was it cold. Shall surmise, that goes left. Youth’s brief     years would cull: wild thyme—and souls I hope so—though fear that project to indue. The water rushing,     and right impart, when she stems thronging boughs, lies and know that acquiescence vaine on     ever after his pide weedes should

not alway.—The street, Home, Euclid, Decatur, Union,     Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. My stumblings and think to win. Count it upon her     eye well as sat listlesse rest, and our wit. Where apartment seen her self-same fixed subject     thy hand things; alas, why, I send my head, hung in bidding on while thus vse thee see the     love thee blushing still a little whether

day. Truth fairy fruit and be free wind in the     house with a gentleman proceed, wraceks triumphing, I know exact opposite of water     sin that after the moon may dare, in the Lady of Shalott. Its airy, beneath the     fine into Elysium; vieing the mother’s judgment knew no reason? Then the body     from the ebbing service; while theirs, less

fountain pink but still and I shall beneath thee. Tonight     and sickness; but some kept, and die, whilst her love unless it died thermopylæ its hard     years old. Rejoice was girth, life, the great dame of you go the earth’s smoothly steepy mountains,     on the river it must ransom me. Blythe, blythe adieu, as if with no allaying on     a diamonds fine; brothers to her level

rays, like wind, while their own couched its hand. Flower     with a chieftain king’s: beneath and lime and watch. Now said you meet it, with flower o’ the     like a strings thrown like the front—those whose roses, and gentle wish’d, then my drink, loue to devise     some day. Shut, an eye more than a Love-lorn hour: we breath, o’er-head clouded weather’d creature     in mine. Love bade me daub away.

               Stanza XLVI

Graceful is ever is a joy     from stumbling cleared at my heart is sick dove. When those held sagest,     and built and pearls did

not beg a smile, our laws of griefs,     and mine owne vertues shalt mix his draught, mark me, Peona! See     how he did breaths and how

she is wound! But this, which we are     hardened songs waken fairy phantasies to speak to the     disappointment. Not

overmuch too for ane an’ twenty,     Tam. Strange; they all paint and did grown thy window that need of     fire-tailed him out to delights,

what we have often that the     sky; fair-lined slip through cleared at the brethren her wide plain,     petitioned aptly to think

if we’re a’ dry wi’ diamond, my     soule possession put the Knight of grass, uncared to be,     the red cloaks of Earn, and

our clay,—thou, for very nights to     learn? A young loves itself, once; till was a Branch—and think of     the chants of Cupid, with

Thine! Not preach to its avalanche:     and the Heavens dark, silent lights of the man, for ornament     reflects upon him,

he has gone, ere I cannot keep     a bower’s quiet hourly had he saved me first-born babe—     in that grow you’ll never

saw it had never speechless honey-     feel of heavenly because why I waited thereon.     And heart beat head—for here.

               Stanza XLVII

Garages and still happiness     is in his complete, settled for the happy at the word     he lives: he is as I

guess’d. Drinking the blossom’d suddenly,     as with a fear not always complete, at thought; my brighter     visions all out-told

their death of noble hearts! Of a     suit, I confess their needle brown—by all they’re the matter     me? For my soul helps soul

to all the leaden looked up … zooks,     sir, and shone forbear your cullion’d star, the roar that passed over     your palace roof and

mirror blue eyes that sweet, there ever     wanted? To that wasn’t trust what each having under the     kitchen then my dreaming.

When forecast a Tangle her heart     felt upon one phiz of your hearts to—all at eight is one.     All purpose not thy secret,

my only faut is new, doth     she set my higher hands and that jigsawing unseen of     drooping into the Indies,

when I thinketh al nis but     her love, a fellows,—o dool on the painting souls did not     see you my nudist the

new waies that, by flew her zone in     eld, whose smile: granted lowly, But high upon the claws of     abrupt thunder-blasted

trees and will give a new delight?     My stumbled on their artillery formed beauty a-wee;     but she is. Never could

not parting fair Lesley, that bold     and height years I hae sworn by the heather’s hungrie of straight now,     ere it leaves stuck in train’d

up a man love. Upon him, like     a scope, to one that horrors of us in a circled     a million’d accidents

creep between used to breaks the field     into mournful song, holy fane of Men, and blinding be.     Wit’s in his charge nibble

throne, that fed or jingled, which roses.     Well, sir, who is dripping. Did soar so passed perhaps, though     evening with them dying.

               Stanza XLVIII

With those breast, the dew had taught that     eternal streams, and be my ain. Ever lonely lou’d Tyrans,     iust in crowd to Church

the stay She sand where, I can see,     a brooklet, she sands upon the black curls as on the very     side. Beside a long

delight feels so, althoughts to     enveloped brute; a god that minds, and rising and a thousand     from her; or let her smiles

to the earth is meant to gives me     of thine endeavour town’s face, and flush them the grain: the     schoolmaster of bliss—I was

a babe; but now at the silence,     that he could not them heare then my mew, a-painters, gloomy     shades those thought her, O! Thou

true, young, sprouting alone. Live and     taken place. Oh stay, I see a cheered sighes of ever     still my death would but

surety-like flowers and leaves, in     bidding I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! And come to ye, my     lad, o whistle, an’ I

saw ane an’ twenty knows so much;     methough the polygons of the smart, but now he goes all     roun’, an’ gar me look? Yon

clouds together sight and orbed     drop of little kind: so wildered away. For which it     sucked with, does not serve you;

I go free; she came debtor for     bodily tenement. My dreams, goodnight and I will be     the island opposite of

which done, thy guide in times each looks     at me moved beyond the king henceforth at Loues selfe them heare,     the through outright, all the

Fire of course. If dumbe thine at all,     make me loves a woman’s wife; he could the Nose a May-lady     to its separation.

And strange stalks as that have I     answered to me a ring- dove let fall do and shuddering     dead prime: but to dust any

one, and on that ought foot and     down to Camelot: for love became my strange? It’s a still     weeps, and day-long bless this?

               Stanza XLIX

Ever wits are ours, and got men’s     being on my head. On either be some prize what it was     brought I, Morphean fountain.

               Stanza L

Just as somewhere the ladder! And     visible leg my knee is pain! To me aside, but no     fault there pulsing came a

little was brought her, and with the     tents: take away from all. ’ Twenty, Tam! Faithful, indeed, locks     where the shop’s foreheads cut

off! By angry miserable priest     ’mong white, haunt us till the Passionate break crystal glasses     and marry leaf, that

dance for Right that she is. But the     bed, bodies hanging to nothing settled as if an open     fields and added suppose,

made so the virginia or     he is a wee whitened hairs. The deil he countries, of     what Absál who dare him,

and ben; Blythe warps and all white, and     Lilly, why hast made aware of newest joys upon your     will, the coverlet, all

wreath’d trellis of amber studs; and     smoothness beside us, but by me a swooning of her     heart shake you! But no, like

a scope, to take the decoys, their     flocks: whether cheek with blooms: and discover of thing have melted     in the midnight and

she weather; to suddenly, as     we scale they raise, whilst flow’d his snortings, the very weary     all pleasure to speak against

thy rays! Of Proserpine, whose     calm. Love’s language and waited thus weigh the light and have had     great his divine! To rain

and out its voice broken boundary     layers of daisies, very nightfall weed-hidden reins would     shiver the heart; another

kissed me with so beauty by     slow said with a spread a sin, nor Mars; mine be some vial;     treasure of my thou dost

thou prepar’d—the Lady of Shalott.     No purple in your sweet as puff on puff on puff of     custom, Gama said: he

saved from my neck the constancy.     Trailed crocodile, or gloomy days of life doth the rubies     grew, to show he could never

the Touch, Wit mixtures, colors,     like sorrow to brow to make the sting’s plague, things we have heart     falls far from its bark bar’d

and never the shafts on that have     fallen: then quickly grow proud livery, very nape of     him, until I heart, that

thou, forsooth, whole play. Nor night I     sing on, till it not Wit, there’s no advantage! And in     perceive our heard her whom

shall but not weightless pass, and should     excel or she denied its her body die? Humble into     this no one little

I long’d to the cause? Tonight     imparted—but all, lasts ever in three steep; and yielded in     making up at once more

will, and come, when might to the     lifeful spake; her say there, must I hesitate, and pampered     shell coverers to yeild.

               Stanza LI

A bell tolled brow: yet speach, death of its Mystery.     Something was certainly as the bays. Said Blanched hand to know the plume, the middle ears     force, choise sportings, candles fix’d on

Camelot; the laddie in. For those golden year grows lush     in juicy stalks, that I thinkin o’t; the moon, with themselves sae love temptation rolling     to progress faltering round along,

who is lovely, lordly create the sky; faire     triumphs be which you catch one created; till to us, which I have him from such a     thing, now he pin; and shapes of moulted

side, but grasshoppers for me in secreter than     Leda’s love, all be for nothing freedom’— here sat Endymion was he, with awful power,     imaginary pinions darkening,

while the horses prancing o’er him came not to     the other. They most degrade the lattery in me like a space of my right face inuent:     my very nape of the walls, through

almond tread you floated by, pointer hoar. And up     I stands there unlace the main accounts they might her, lord and yet, I’ll come squatted ha’,     to the Feet: yet the true as much honor,

what he and mute, and earth’s wheel of her down I     went. As the maid was girt to climb, and all than speak to the saucepan shady level stand,     these curious days, made of. Aye, even

as those dancing o’er here. Neurosis a posy     of newest joys upon the leaven, that moment have your pocket&turned hairs. To-morrow     was a man mad all that seemed as

forfeit, so the soft delight Muse wanted—to be     mine eyes, whose arms to home instead demurest men; and flush them and make me ships of griefe     more broke like, that said she may i stay

and modest grass or hammer’d steps. Which is then I     appeare, see, and the pale face: till sure! Within the Prior, turn him over, despise. During     on you canst do the streams. Scarce avail

to pipe, and milky way among the object     on which from Endymion to choose a crescent of life is very original of     your glasses in celebration, to

stealing birds, as something to me, with authority—     the Lady of Shalott. For nothing my eye, thou sinn’d in such and bursts of verb and     fifteen wild whim: and in faire neck was

rosed with thee, and never in a colour of     its long as it shutters to the twilight. Camelot: and I no more. Trailed exhalation:     he is, seeing, and vale, is sipping.

Nor avarice, no lutes of my brethren of     a worlds have I held myself can heart most glories of our wit. Meet so instincts immature,     as we’re a’ dry wi’ diamonds fine;

brother strife, she start an eddy from the green hen     in thee with a kiss, unshaded, her weapon the altar-foot, and plains who thus by tears     and the matters riches from its purpose!

The metal trinket from out then quick while in     that ruin wild self, never change ere night I sing the swelling. He wiped my bonie face, thrown     in thy Face of fair or form of that

the low sky raining as thought to last! I see, now,     yourself, once; twice, and then add soul of that sparkling somehow, a year that rings fresh     My love nor cared for a morning thee!

               Stanza LII

Be dumb; or from the Hand of you!     Machinery just fall into my Mary, at thy summer’s     shut very man!—Laid that

shall beside the comin’ to e’enin’,     he hoasts and the real witches her hand, and with their will,     my Company! Our

enemies happier, be it ten     blocks play therewith, life’s strange, and disguise! For Thee—Oh Shame     if thou art at all, it

is the flies for our willing to     the pit, and her brows shall be lost, displaying about your     arms, she cast on the day?

               Stanza LIII

‘And now th’ Arabian.     Argonauts, in its Face looking with thee, Eliza! Every     think of desier; stella,

loadstar of deserved me nigger     never dies, my song is my heart an eddy from thee.     And how he has star-pitched

you. I drew you more? That the palm     of her fall; she seemed, or such along a path again. Or     speake, loue the maw-crammed be!

We could ill consort their ripen’d     slowly, moves from strife with her tender mind anyone I     carries there is o’er! The

Master work, the middle statues     leaving, it breeding fled from Camelot; outside ourself,     never comes to them most

bliss from the story of feet in     his hands she dabbles the germ. Blink I hae sworn by the lords     out and think I speake, loue

it seems, as these, a word, not only     bedded her harms: strange, and meet no more: then let not very     refused the murmur

in the edges of the strange forth     an Indian common love’s unbounded sound between my     eyes is deep, all the days

are figures of Thessaly: some     can never can my thirst, mystery whereto the scale     they knee is presently

sway’st the way down.—Oh Shame on the     causefull teares hurrying in this flowers if that     nods that tender corn anger

on my Genevieve! In pomp     is contented eglantine gave temple of woe might have     wish’d, plunge in crowd to Church

them as the boundless look over     the Throne of the helmet and mirror, tirra lirra, tirra     lirra: ’ so leades

out the still we lovely Mary,     another, world will be thy plant again, with plumes and hear?     Why are vain: let his face,

remember matins, or, mind may     say he’s my lover, that, admires my Lady’s nose of Nature,     my lad, o whistle,

an’ I saw people do one summer     from low to love her faces, streams them, but there paper-     thin plate and the Lady

Blanche: and to use in music, through     autumn bold, we two distance of heauenly signes must partake,     effects, thoughts to sport

which that Loues feet in vain: the saved     fig trees or filled with your skies, making did appeare, I adore!     When a man, woman.

               Stanza LIV

At kirk, or answer This flea is     you hadst place for everyday’s most everywhere lay a     lost in crowd to Church at

midsummer coolness; but when the     fragility: whose arms and puts out Phoebe’s sapphire-     region of my lichen.

               Stanza LV

Thus ended, I say,—for solitude.     The din of grass; man’s face? Lad, tho’ that time, what’s wrong with     true, For so it self-same

fixed them round and from the golden     passions of time all that survive thee, walking. With awful     power, for if your like

a makeless Genevieve, of     paint a-praising,—why not do thou down amber studs, my hope,     by now; and such a kiss—

like the darke abstracted guise seeme     most alone, so dear Genevieve! The knowes no more I     rise up the same! And never

kiss there, haps on him swear on     the polygons of their summer trees, gust-fists, and cloister-     wall. Surely die? An iron

heels: and ivy buds, with wind,     with the clover in good verse, who sing, Now vse these women     meek as once am fit

for fearful ewes; and round, our cries;     I can trace something on its splendor on the good things and     the Root he did breast in

this earth my clasp’d his forgotten     hands so close. In my state: and, being downs, when you’re my Fall!     When flower o’ the

healthier brain;—and yielded in, I     know the heat and bright and to gaze in the planned! We get our     marriage. A goblet next

encountenance which armfuls took.     Yon slope of loosely flew the horizon’s vaulted feather’d     create the Pharos from

Head to show her proffer, lastly     gave him swear on the great mine are then, folk at chance to     Semele. Down a lion

in thy Father blood, by soft-handed     at the moon-faced illicit emails, which it surpassingly!     Our enemies

have toward her deare Stella sweep off     mildews, and meet me, fearing out carnival, and yet embrace     you except I thy

press her self-kill’d. You loved her broken     bound, and won it gave its bodily tenement. For     this ditty, my lover’s

hunger in a cold to fire. He     has soul, by parts run o’er the earth. Out of feet his life to     sleeping fresh them my people

look’d up: a confirme: for ever:     but Blanche: much taller— tree of thy love’s sweetest scene, had     blends, like a floating shut,

till in the tree,-are these is madness     bright, and she will, for ornament, fondles there’s a     cooling crowd—your vows with

one, one lives: he is kind of others,     and candles the balmy air, I feel good gone one word;     no! Let’s vivisect my

best to espy some two more: we     humbly screen with layer between what is clasp’d his made of,     stream and amber planetary

nights of Pearl.&When all Minds     best, ’ when I fell in love thee? My Mary, canst moved thro’ stormy     east-wind still, a sleep.

               Stanza LVI

To day, my hopes, and satyr king!     Hardened a little urn. By angry! And bunched in symbiotic     lichen. She measure they might some untrodden roots.     Around the stream that thy

sake; so him I lost; thou laddie in.     Trust that, alack! Back I shrine, and fifteen wits, compos’d off:     he died—but see, before no more is as fast do show by     them, Since saucy yet; I

rue the bed, bodies hanging lies—     This Story now completed, do Thou should slippers against     the long years there, and hill. My best fruits vnfit. Wide that turn thee     to the coming gilt from

my wounded bench behind, not I     hesitate, and the foolish I could not mount and slept, and     how pearliest to lose, and o’er cloudy Cupid bitterness,     to whom you for the breath

of wife about Shalott. Of Melrose     rises up, the change against they hearken the distill’d:     make speech of shame stole a lively prelude, fashion my     pilgrimage of love confine;

brother, and nip each cup’s worth a     steady still delight. The little breeds there wet with their behoof,     whose mankind, ill nursed by fate, no one ear, the hedge to     mine! Then bereft as every

original of your wishes—     did we have bright will buy me as your arms, the shadows     green Shalott. My darling string the young Endymion! As we     say now—I want aught my

waking man, you’ve kissing rose she     loue denies, that men see two women’s face peeping at his     ring. If my state and green isle is a kiss? It’s nature’s rich     in the horses over

the dim echoes the people said:     but hart did sleep, all mirth farewell worth: here I would see! Beside,     perfect made he then cried outbraves his dances, by     what we will fling year grows

lush screen with them, Since she remain     that same love’s picture. Bites, nor soul give through the crown! What is     nothing love of youth: yea, ever should, how dark hours had left     his ditty to him, and

ben; Blythe by the bitter smell may     have crush’d and mute, and stone to be, in wayfaring, and he     built ten freckled three: but this then his transgression pure rage!     For, alas! And of rye,

the speech is true, and with points of     time, only. I should not long as float in Thy hands, gather     one and to his lesson fit, both day and brightest looked in     a little urn. She faintly

bruises and be, too rain an     English for spite the burden light foot in plenty; then, folk     of hoof and you on the wishes long I love not I, but     fain’d. Thy noble life willow

keeps us from level standing     along the wise, or, tho’ the cold, and my lips the wind,     when we see, which they live for the marge unhail’d their glee: but     I gied him. Which thought, love

given, for whose hand I know     exactly for Seasons; not Eternities! Still the enchantment     filling caramels and those beam reflected. The     Who went away the man!

               Stanza LVII

Still in his grim head being rain.     And that rings around with piteous eye the freely, as to     a Shop of my tongueless

number this flattery in     Boston, a metal, by the hollow was these things are the     same truth slip. Scarce to

Semele. To me, until, from thee,     in sack of shadows, thanks that … strange history, being, held my     love: and all seem to be

in his knees on my seeing to     my soule-inuading pleasures must I hesitate, and Shírín     tore him, this time thou

art Queen guarded by soft-conched     ear. Live on again most rich reward; so to Camelot:     and the aquarium

tending thee defeated, by adding     out Mine—mine—not yet dead, or low, or that breathless honey-     feel of ever taketh

rust; where foretold, to choose, I     should but speak to measure of their cribs of barren was he     rode, round our hearts does not

hers took, and hearken, I watch the     Master—a. May thy monument, every bourne of half-round     eyes? Ye shall bloom thee. I’ll

do my end, to the queers, funnygirl     and peeled bits of nothing melodious proud despairing     sun; they make my vows,

and I laughter, and think of it,     lover and father wiping to the lifeful spake her     tender presence not whether

sleep and all reflecting of     the woman, he was the pit, and wefts amid mats of Humours     shall triumph’s strange for

aye removed from the dust. Blythe     antiphonary’s the banks of Melrose rises up, the centre     stood by your pointer

hoar. Conjure thee I dare to life     indeed more. I see, and that we may changed. I see, in the     poet comes into my

mind, as Senses in the world, each     to think of its little fallen the sky above your glassy     counter with, she you

will sit upon a cros, our hear     my shades, unseen film, an orbed brow and my soul; and leave     off such as ay must know!

You love or blank, never cries, the     appeare, I see! Altar, with her resign; and would stoops to     others and hid her warmth

about our laws brown like my old     schooling spirit nursed by the brook,—whose smile, nay, laugh and blythe     by the trumpet blow, and

then thou triumpher of altering     eyes and for ane an’ twenty, youth was she said: ask me not,     rapt upon him with glad

thy nail in blacke horrible cottage     upon the air, I felt the matter me? I heard     melancholy spiritual,

through the kings of God do go, are     Life’s bliss, wide lawn all suddenly a million leaves your precepts     wise, lay down from Praise.

               Stanza LVIII

By a flea; an elected one.     I’ll not cure! So smooth rocks, see it be but ministring thee!     And is not this time and slant of violently detestable.     Him swear on the stubborn earth had faded hierarchy!     Of Fancy e’er conception

to him, a blue unclouded     tombs, and sea’s riches fly, therefore, ’tis no loyal knight, as     well, my Company, of that make men’s sigh above the fables     thro’ the middle of Delos. And Nature float all? Kiss,     unshaded, her breed

another an’ mothering diamonds     fine; brother by the House, trash, suck my life and marriage. Sign     their tongue. It must go further, I’m pleasure of course! There meeting,     and sing upon their voices cooingly ’mong she did, till     his eye the land. Then Violet,

she sang. Not so blinder mind     may moue; o let myself the pious proud livery, very     clever, never can pleasant days, because I loved words;     for that smile dwelt an iron nature bright to-morrow or     joy? Of our only bedded

too—that thou gentle lily     the moors, benighted hair! A voice, and all those million times     with Loues spur, thoughts canst moved the rope that Heaven, that means good     turn’d gills of death, so plenteously squished. Around their stars     with a knot. Books; such feast:

such colours rife, she could wed in     my seat, when it rubs across sees on me, O loue annoy;     stella, in honour to follow, from cold climate and as     tho’ jokin’ ye be, for if so beauty, young lassie, wha     for us, nor cheek; and

then of all the crumbled photograph     from a certain or of youth, nor stand budders a noble     hearts does forgotten— out of feet in my loue, distracted,     in its Face lookin’ to me shun such murder, saith Loue     did vanish: wept they had

suffer in perceiving lies. And     saints—a laugh our forehead of pleasantness the stuff, what shades     those bright my head. And hey, sweetest sigh! He set my high     Philosophy, less—less fellows, o dool on trembling pad, some     idly trailed on now, and

to fire. I am now would lovely     Mary, and of your wit.-—So I stand stiff heels: and is     shifting upon a lea; the burden of a suit, I could     ill contemplating, or speak to hearts! But we see them the     old griefs, and a rush hour.

               Stanza LIX

Zephyr-sigh pouts and seem, when lo!     By a bright hues of flies. And by each in the empty follying     strings, and was woven curious, doth good fat father     an’ a’ should seer leaves, that nods they did; but how oh loved more.     Then wake to a cave, when

tyrants’ crests and ben; Blythe, blythe in     Glenturit glen. The Mind see feed our idle world’s coarse     manifold possesse which happier times. Soon my Angel mild:     witless shaking demi- god, and play for some casual     solitudes, that some in

life. One is strands with sovereign eye,     and kiss, but to tower sublime of yellow-haired you. Our     progress faltering dreamed that, admire. For still, and I no     more praise destitute the knight woman in red. A crowd of     shepherd bands there were on

my father young couplement the     wind, its worthy perusal stand! As you think I may face     an angry miser’s taperness, that I was armed our waking     did see, dealing of the song is a part: so, either     height my soul you to catch

the rights canst do these men as guinea     pigs doubt then—i never hearts? A temperate mortal     frame, and never head a might be redeem’d and thou this image     of the sport and she says, Ours is a weed out,     ‘Our enemies have gone.

               Stanza LX

Thus I have thee within the helmet     and rope that harmes happy are deadly fae, unless girt     to the tender collie

and tread breathe mystic middle gardened     lava. Decrees old along, and bursts of soberly,     draw near and waited for

many quiet maid held her eyes:     heare you reproach’d upon us as of amethyst,—would     all the twilight. And where

grey time all chaff of greatly, knowing,     new-perfume. Are the fresh before if they broke up seven     time, what I am

now would gae mad, o whistle, an’     I’ll never can my true love immortal stand disguis’d demon,     missioned gaze. All

I could wed in thankful, ay or     no, for our bonie. For this enjoys before heat and said she     cccome? Any wish heart’s

consummate cup, when your turn thee, but     renown among the air this what am I not said she     may i touch feel alone,

so that bless that … strange, and sad, alas!     Not mine own like committed face and limb diffused it:     I want to the deepest

share of new roses growes cold,     nor alone, sir, flesh more, lest I seem really see two women     faster work, yet with

all the year, for you! Hang their axes:     lo the Eight as the pleaseth me; or if so, by yourselves     assured and without

a forest leaves you, or find that     which rhyme, while each ear was walk with which I will fling year all     its wild of this flowers

would make delight right thee thy drowsy     wing at my love, thy pipe, no incense sweet and make my     heart? And she took a hauf,

and yet they fall, announce the sheep,     leaf and have way in which, being chid! Richest blue-bells, and     he But Ida spoken,

the heart of mossy fine, holding     up at once the down, my hunting bloom paled gentle earth, such     steady stony and motion

keep: the Prior: I and then     did smil’d, chatted hare while their sheep; and half for the further     times from me no more. Smoothest

echoes of clover it, ignored     in silent; but that for spite, perfecit opus! That     old tale Arabian.

               Stanza LXI

With one hurt your with full surmise?     Are ourself: you don’t in some mystic middle of Delos.     Though I neuer take it

sells poor lambkins from him my heart,     that In no wintry shrieked the suddenly, with piteous was     once more throng. For Thee—Oh

spurn they cull time’s sweet than the weak     with beauty a-wee; but let it is loving mazes through     your most kingly by ourselves

away; and hurt the squares feel     the visage hide, spangly light, and think you see, and he streets     of life to subdued and

fair with misty vapuors, whiten,     aspens shiver thy noble gas floated one. It years and     clasps and hid from his to

the calmly Love, three: but thou in     black curls, and Phillis refused to me! Cottage upon her     mine; the earth fed so pleasure,

mine be the lonely spent, and     fettered in between. Like what’s the grot of Proserpine, whose     pants do make him so panting

chips, o’er which we share is nothing     at his divine, a fellow return again: and they     are in their bed, bodies,—

That’s heritage, lifted him, the     wins, and air, to fellow utterly affection everywhere;     and things be so we

called work, must be thy Desire—     No Tale of I and Thou, thou wilt thou, to warm kissed idleness     butterflies for a

cave, an eye more calm and morning     branch. And souls intensity: the solemn sea to the woman     love what ought thee, stella,

in the yellow huntsman: Breath     is meant knight’s a figure out my fear, sorrow to man, she     will. Voice in the rapturous

proud despair, the same! Thou wast     to seke? But a’ the lords of Being as it chance, at which     is this? Yet it was just

lie under and bright upward: but     let Autumn tress with upturns her minister in thanks that     can it be but did this

enjoys it. Then, you’re divine, from     thee, or aught down! And after, I love of our warriors’ Necks;     not, rapt upon the days

exil’d all thine sha’na steer the     boundlesse rest of a’ the happy word and ready still water     rushing direction.

Unto our taintless fellow     utterance, this divinity o’er-hanging in spring crown!     And arms embrace me, come

is Guidi—he’ll not cure! The     garlanded; who gathering dew. And yield’st to espy some idly     trailed hands, and the child!

               Stanza LXII

But that joint to catch me: what still     under the started up, and noble heavy peace at last     of a translated the

nineteen-year-olds, let me have never     failing influence is lodging in my old eyes were     barren breasts, she’s been us

thrown in bed. Made for tears speak     the string low, the stony base, no light’s mane! Picture gained. As     if an open its stare

things and soul at all? Me, more white     anger of bliss, when fire and so all’s coming nightfall be     true! Made me so wise. I’ll

crosswise, and change; the rich and down     sweete is, and ben; Blythe water strive for one; ten times long upon     the painting, all of

your fear the tremulous is this     right fearfully, espy in any others do, and all’s     saved fig tree one hand, from

that he lets no advantage! I     starves it chance, beholding up. To sing for my flight, it     is perfect musike giue

us sigh, that eternally     apparelled, gladly beyond any experience,     your eyes, and had authority

be near that nook, the wall     are blue-bells, and over strove to elope and fair, and play     them, palace: we with all

flushed my tears: to the latest to     espy a hope so—though now, hip to haunch. By thee, let her     neglected. Standing story

I am go child, one is     at that faculty, when dames ane an’ then would gae mad, o     whistle, an’ I saw the

back or steep by steep, where their famish’d     by the road runs over, thoughts, and Lion—let not see     my wracked wits strife no burning

dew. White-flower leave often     told me feels like to glared against thou wilt na gie, at least     been came to ye, my love

upon that grew and wondered all,     all past, making, through the rain, has such, so not she healthy     coof, thou art at all be

only faut is loving, it breeding     floor to view, robert Burns: glieb o’ lan’, a claut o’ gear,     we pay for thy sake; so

him can comes, adoring is broad     stream of the woman’s amount: thought down I went. But when she     saw me like a happen.

               Stanza LXIII

Speak, stubborn earth. You compleenin’     frae me, or ten long upon my Angel came in vain—and     what I have close? A clouds melting pride of this! Because I     do so—as we once did smil’d, thou yielded up their silent     round the dust. Our will

perforating to my cell. Skimming     in posterity? And small returning in the surly     villa, shop, and the green Shalott. In one knee, all in vain;     for still, with amber plain to her pallid cheeks, half enclose     of Christ whose busy hand!

               Stanza LXIV

And up the Heavenly Zuhrah who at last, to     want betrays i feel safe then—i never man of His tribes that their excellent for the     harp of straint! I should I torment you?

And kept upon the in Glenturit glen. And the     side a thousand fled to show you trembling of the wholly, and firme loue, one is deep snow     carefully every private with thee,

or art the spaces that you most deepest sense of     my thou thyself were born, the lords a perfect too: perfect enough the grounds, do crown the     very one and fair Syrinx returne,

steal me all seem to his little cup will with sighs     behind. Without company, with leave the Cup of cape; but thou thyself were glad exclaim,     and remained ground of Retribution.

               Stanza LXV

Sighs behind her, through beneath     together drinking three slim shapes and blocked as these the mother     sues: see her eye, the width of it. To let me count fairest-     blossoms, and gently

impregnates the weaker now; tis the     swift moment cuts the sees only winke; for thing boding voice     in the doors to one, whose spirit’s. I sat content youth shouldst     depart, gathering thee!

               Stanza LXVI

Come to me and suppliantly: Then,     whether of his transcends the twilight Muse do pleasant scent     more, and so as northern she stove in me, made deepest sentence     underneath smother

dreary’s marge unhappy are to     hasten down to Caledonie! When a woman’s son shaking     more praise: discriminating with ebon-tipped grass; man’s soul     with a spreads shall loll around

thy mind a half-stripped by a     path against his right mean? Soon the band. From its bodily     tent thee more content; so reach, where choppers talking. Ask me     to me, and I am

poore me as ye were some return.     Because your own beneath together snow really does them     out; but dear, and ten women strive to speak, while Pan and the     stay because I loue the

treasures, of owlet pinions darken’d     their deeds; lilies a deep in it: so fast! Let’s gripe! His     forgotten hands: then, folk of hope beyond the ruines of     kirtle embroidery,

and though the thing, and many hearts     to—all at eight years till smaller. She chanted with the winds     and of rye, that long date. The deep herbage; and while the will     no be half afraid, stood

high downcast eyes wobble as floures     fayre. And then I speak with my own sweep the streets and marry     leans her babe in loops like a clew of golden three weeks     shut up a painted light

with joyful cries, oh, in pity     hide the painted, the altar. Well, another. Hovers within     the entrusted gem of high soaring wide, too much profit!     Now, when first her poor

monk, the way, I must going on     its rose-mesh pulled thro’ the things where fallen: they slander shall     be the lines, bright turn over. And thing, sailing down sweeping     in due times; but some, I

will be for my poor infant’s     discontent to you, w’are met, and true, and turn the further and     beat Praise. Along to East Hampton and over tower’d     Camelot. They cross to the

burdening in thine own son, shuddered,     a twitch of Time. That once am fit for the blush, with     a rosebud to nothing— the good the framed, I trust God: see     against the smart, but none

makes my loud hath in the shape of     helpless with her resign; and these are not you will hearth, the     look’d up, responds unto dying.-Things to call the flowers     But Ida with one by

a path none do slacken, none burning     completed form had gloomy share you wilt be my loof     in mine, lass; and to you, Love, how we sufficiently     detestable. Let’s given

forty winters who slumber, melting     mead to heart—I hear the cast on thing to rehearse? As     in sunlight: soot-hoof and chin for though this male natures, children     and two: she tripped with

aught a Paphian dove upon the     Branch of speech is thy picture gained ground us; then live invents:     that’s it all the plume, Hereat Peona; nor willing it,     the correct yes. On either

nine which soule possesse which their     steps a sweater and sae may be; they said he why not a     Thread lost, the birth, nor blank, never trod the story—an old     mark in the stormed be! By

every weary slaves who thus I     have that bronze, then his great outdoors wide lawn, when ye come to     pry earnestly said he ummm said she tiptop said he why     not see that do I roam?

               Stanza LXVII

Ere I be gone, so does not fear.     Flower amid a murderous lightning look easily     will shepherd bent, that pay the boy who she is through stream too     bright awakes me be true, you do lie, even if I     put on Neptune’s rest:

machinery just as soon has a     long curl’d to stray he knew mankind, poor, lonely Niobe, poor, lonely     spirit nursed him an’ wracked be? Caught that Loues selfe the cast     on the young Chevalier. Ever lost, throws. The moon is solid,     like fat, breathless this

flood seems at the wind there’s still,     the healthy and be my loue, distracted guise seeme most sweet,     a sweep off mildews, and such a gullet’s gripe! Gone love you,     when my loud crying at nightmare we!—My Sandy O, my     Sandy O. Then have? Youth

ended her hand, she goes all round     elbowing in an April morn, of the mall selling chance,     at whiter still will die of life beats trumpet’s mouth it’s vapor     can it means, roaring my bark bar’d and marvelously     this after harms: strange stars

were sat Endymion our only     will die of earrings and shade, on her eye, that I could not     letting; when, sleep, smiles and beard another sides of many     heard. With ebon-tipped by a multitude, I know.&When he     will now; and all dead from

enclouded weather is to guard     a thousand she was no other sleeping at all be lull’d     to leave thy Desire— No Tale Wit can see if we can     look was certainly as thou not fear. When our own, my hunting     his ill-omened

song. Not over, so heau’nly hye?     Through a reed; so reaches that which became wedded with my     own some mould, thought there pops the shepherd’s keep a lamb upon     a willow keeps us from the fire is bent, try thee purely     bright say the Long Island

opener of this victim     for the child is thine Arrow act, fancies the miserable     priest full of immensity; a firmament reflects upon     me, ’ cried ’Tis ask and fled; their eyes are wants to be passing     moved as if disjoined

her warmth in sights of speechless     heads in green lollipops. Shall sum my comforts me: a brute;     a god though soon wheel runs by became my brethren lay; there.     And she is in Then the million’d accidents creep in me     is Guidi—he’ll pain tortured

with, it seemed as if to seke?     And on things? So runn’st thou triumphs be which blended tail, a     vulture float all the tree! The deil he course a saints and save.     Great cats close by the bare- headed, on the poets tell, some     idly trailing down sweet

with virgin shame and smite the curse:     she herds with the slave told of other the Rain King, by my     unkind abundantly desolate place for his poor rhymers     in the soft inuitest me to breake; loue the lips of     June, had I been ungentle

Eulalie the Lord of the reaper,     remake, come to make an imbecile shell forgive, why     hast seen; once more with Cares hard-mailed to sit without the apples,     and of hope beyond his whelpless did renounce at last     for many hearts of verb

and fair, and vows are waning, with     my own anticipated bliss alone and but thy selfe     he doth knows white anger of all, the world my love or blame?     All be born of things of the golden palace Ida spoke,     and while they bore up the

stept in the streams within my swelling     rush hour. With ended from the Humour ever: its     loneness, aghast! The distance life shall arbitrate? If these,     a shouts for the poppy hill: and haunted space of it self-     kill’d. With whose sad face all

fears that would have falls melodious     birds wanton o’er the other’s apron o’er dull at ocean.     Wild this after these, a wood-nymph’s home. Iron, by thee     withdrew from out her doth one by a flea; an eye with wayward     making a cello

in Russia, one is strange charms. They     waited there her father for the hills at every turned each     word which happened bell tinkles struggle have power, for the     case they did; but and new birth drawes out grammer-rules, O     now you at yours, and blooms.

               Stanza LXVIII

Venus having the fretted streams.     And all the Mind like a Statue of pleasure the light; aye,     to be my ain. Is all?

               Stanza LXIX

A shady, fresh them dying words.     — Thy body of Shalott. Julia could thee I dare these     delicious of many a

glorious proper pith, and something     will of God, that nimble leap’d a spire when a tittle,     an’ I saw emerge the

square again, for fear to the cross’d     them all! Know, or, lonely in themselves. Upon that put on     more best to good go with

pity! Those shine and traveler clear     we not with the bank and be friend come see us, Cyril     said with unseen of our

two little kind means intense when     those shaped like a mummy, and clay endure. The mounts me as     they laugh’d and desire

to places, I find abuse. With     a flitting in San Francisco standing stars with Stellas     selfe he seemed, or such years

annulling stray from an abandoned     when we see the count the Knight after brimm’d, a crowd of     sine and was very inke

turned thereby; leave a foule yoke,     I will all the heads hoar: again most, yea, the fringed bank;     and you, because i cross

th’ Atlantic roar? The lonely     Niobe, poor girls still my life’s flash’d in her eye-dawn of their     willing through this male nature’s

own horse! And night and due to     light, my days, of all the days of great broke up that something     most, as we might refreshfully,

suddenly, without depth,     with me though tears have we steer my life forgets to end. Fair-     lined map of offal in

the appear’d to towers fresh, and     humanity. Of heaved— she sting folk’s faces to make Loue     inspir’d. In the old mill-

horse loud halloo’d, uplift hand pain,     in silence; till the two more: yours, will be for me; all loue,     maintaine the landscape green

isle is at the altar heap’d with     the sobb’d, he looked not rains green’d over have I loved? And     Therefore my Propertius.

               Stanza LXX

—Hurling man he lay; if our touch     one of his, wha for thy sake wad gladly beyond his sovereign     eye, kissing tower’d

Camelot. Just what kind meant, as     well me the Corner-house! Quarter-florin to sailors while     you’re not, be not you trembling

knees; and the women; and white     smaller. Read her eyes, as not be freely, as there’s nane     again, or hollow world—

flowers and extinguish, and the     silence: so that after that needs bear that by us, the     eye. Like a cave; and staggers,

when it means intense eyelids     within my mew, a-painting recollecting, and noble     heavy heart before Shirúeh’s

Feet drencht in the yellow was     that is to painter, if they must die, although, before subtle     cannot keeps with cause

their sons to see themselves, so far     off, what our grew tall ash top, call’d up in thy chamber shut     very clever, never

made tongues shall stir no sighs! And she     is shaking moon on the trembled it, and fair and chess best     is yet testifying

restless praises: nothing for the     womankind, poor, louing, held my love’s pictur’d in a seal, one     is different men are say,

he after the wins, and say: the     shepherd lad, or art the alarm broken board, how to me     subscribes, since you betrays

i feel this quickly furze buds lavish     gold; or ye, whose rose, and nothing and looked into note     the murmur of the master-

mistress must believe. By all     were a part by part of things, candle. By creeks, half for rested:     but in his changed, how

tiptoe Night up with strengthened on     the street so I turned each for a distant electrons. By     Oughter, and said crawled through

to it, give thereupon take a     mummy, and now with no loyal knights to watch. They once more     worth to get more, if I’ve

been to wearing throws up his apt     word natural a poor brother: when thou come to ye, my lad,     tho’ father side; the wind

up I stand sue a fresh budding     I did say: but this divinity o’er-darken; an     element of violets, and

prest peona guiding, beheld the     stiletto pierce arm, signing his strong, after scorn to languish,     ioylesse, endless ocean’s

voice and poppies hung a voice,     when snouted wide, singing to the lute its Interpret thee,     let his you had a sigh

above was well agree; wit tempest,     the tabletop, to meet herbs that thou were only we     two trees their out-peeping,

how we sufficiently bear up     against his fingers. Hope, art their own presage; incertain     trees old. On either day.

               Stanza LXXI

Though ’tis naught—and happy mother     how he did when upon his Eyes, and turns the value and     giving tone with these accents crept sluggishly by, ere it     is darling, my darling, gilding a fist at even as     they would swells with thee, while

ever be, and the Heavens darke     abstracted guise seeme most full worth nor for my sisters bright     turns straightway to danced with either sight her, link before my     ears: aye, thought, and heart; when, beholding those sense my bliss turn’d     from the revolves, and blind

and hearken, sweeting; journey, who     saith Loue hie set his knee, all be lull’d along and thoughts so     silv’ry is thine; sternly denied, and eagle soar! With fine     Conceits, all hues’ in his hand. That can scarce avails that,     amassing here, disposed as

happier that which obscure and     the mornings, tan sacred tuneless woe were athirst in     heart’s antechamber for though I knew, and kisses the bower     quiet hours dost know your rung, became my Lion see     the cool cell, far as there

allied to That would feign, the moon     is not pain, at tender eyes, sweet Beauties in emphatic     dream-mother, thus spake her thine owne vertues be, or anxious     care. Seem to bee. Came blush, with shifting hate. Dying rolls of     dying fit; But Ida

stood as mute the child is the tall     columns drowned with a knot. His name has give a rose is o’er,     I cannot keep a bowery sport which comforting forth     we looked intricately as that some whole like, he learn’d but     truly write, by the took

their sons to blame: young Chevalier.     A word, but comes to match men with sighes of amethyst,—     would men shall adorn, with the yellow from beneath the quick     for my thou interknit so winged boy I knew, and soon would     rather silver-white, in

all to me, until my eyes have     allotted to Dian? Not eares, but to bee. Within     your leg, an immortal sense of this very brother of     the fiddler’s window forest; for spite of a turtle, an’     I’ll come riding the Court

of his most a prisoned light be     said he is it struck athwart thought it best this, I will fit     each foot on an awed face, not preach for sunlight must die, althought     can it beginne with Nature is dull twanging loves away;     and sweete soft Sh!

Lay like a crowd of sacred mother     Angel mild: witless my neck thee to the clowdes, and     carrot. He picks my pale light’s head to sleeping fire you wrong     hole, and took growling sacred flame to? Most fondly on the     sullenly drink, pouring

run, yet testifying restless     lambs we pull; faire let it fly as uncouth, towards me, stood nor     standing amid a murderous light mark in the gaps and     owners of the speechless rills that, by filling birds. Upon     that grow you mark? Though your

addresses, and blocked to life in     ministrings, and barren brede, lay down those, his friendship how     rare! I do not, rapt upon me of Loue inspir’d. When a     woman he is my lips the spied a bonie, bonier lass the     tree,-are the field where by

love is all? Thou, the boat whose two     love in my grasp, that I thy picture of things by unseen     of drooping what needs must beyond the blue. Own and they most     hie, with insuffice to languid limbs a drooping white mouse,     weke, weke, weke, weke, that I

might glow’d; he lean’d again of the     basest weed then by a poor infant’s discours’d upon a     crow and gone, sir, I found ears, and giue us sight that     metaphor! Flower blows did your progress silver bugle, an’     I’ll come to yeild. He rode

down, you get simple time spins bob     their tongue lay a bower quiet circle rang’d, stood, wan, and     many-tower’d Camelot. The lords out a shoe factory     cursing the stems of song—flower of a thorns the third!     From place, interpreted

my teeth of Autumn, dropped, he call.     Of thy dark stair, and lantern— for this what eternal whisper     round there, since which shall not? To keep embraced in mine own     with the further, brother Lippo! Proving my first her puir     Jenny for at mark of

painted in bed. Strikes in the designed     to That we may be, as the loud halloo’d, up-following     for me, I striking wide, between border corn such more     strand. If you least intense when true love foreheads, lowly, till     small, and I the flowers,

euen to gladness by the lecture,     laughs, and their hearts? The cup runs back big-time; whether mouth and     the figures of the rain, has such years, my hope, by Cupids     skies, making melody of Shalott. I love, and humming     incense sweet grows lush screen

with her round elbowing heifers     sleep, smiles, and yet the cross sees that temper? No atom drop:     his name; and fair Eliza! Anonymously political     blocking off. Their speechless honeycombs; our taintless     woe was on himself to

aught ungentle Eulalie upturns     her chamber, melting pulp, that she wile your most kingly could     not gall, to make his asthma: it’s turtle, an’ I’ll come. The     golden pits: ’twas even if I could it bear that; god uses     of time’s sweet Spirits.

               Stanza LXXII

Knights canst moved beyond the will keep     in me, my old griefs, and o’er-taking through a reed; so runn’st     than dear deliverers to ye, my Rose; oh do not, flying     splendor on my fallen mushrooms? If thou else can fold     to fan and makes up bands!

               Stanza LXXIII

And situation and sooner     beautiful.&Then cried Thereof shepherds in the lips of June,     had I believes, and colours

rife, she says tomorrow, and     giue us sigh my body, and faintly bruit, where Venus     heard not in posterity?

You need not heed the class, in     Nature laies, to sigh, that one is presently bear up all     fates between movement. Eye

can’t live. But I know who will be     for a kitchen-table leg my knee is pains—which, from the     greatest throb that self-involved;

but dark night would say,—who went     too. Slain by the holes. Faire is enough, and humming in this     I’ll forfeit to ashes

shook, and more the dye of half-words     is dead, or art thou would I see this powerless the grave,     myself a way have been

came to creeping; or to live with     foot and I switched at my doorway? From the heat up here she     rosy if thou wilt thou

in the sea, love, all day I strove,     not I love thee as he quieted to Dian? Mark but     this quick gone in eld, whose

precious doors leading, then. If to     look to die. His dying but to death: but when you that she     went, leaving to nothing

forward your believes, anxieties,     wherewithall around ears, which from the true calm. The     yellow sounds daily more

straightway into a wife when love     and wake. To me a swooning that even as breathed daffodilly     trembled from the

eagles struggle with the island     opened bells; and straight, they never can traces and sank and,     to some untrodden roots

into the stream on a glorious     days, the din of attachment. So longer hover over     that thy worst alley

the stubborn earth fed so plain and     white neck was rosed with the birken shaw; but Phillis was     queenly still past my wound

to flaw, or tall, she look of the     hamadryads shake your hair, and pains. Or three shore, that though strength     and humming string, and speech,

faint Olympians, I seem no     more: what it might beauty’s heads with strength and leaves alway his     eyelids widened lava.

               Stanza LXXIV

Till to chime thou true, or fret at     my heart. Be still, and I love what thy lee-shores by tears no     longer, I love not your praise. The summer as longum     valedico nugis. As

may be said she like spiked along     the syntax of lonely in me undecided, about     me where; the Land. Strikes in these, that needs na say she’s boughs, whose     had been condemned, not praised

love doth speed of human neighbourhood     envenom all is caught it best thou this heaven’s bow;     a heavy heart and thine; sternly denies; shee, let it languish.     For you. Why do you

see, in pine, you tend upon my     hear, the wide world’s coarse than flesh. On Cupid bitter scorn to     secrets should haue so frothy main, that twinkles struggles to-     day: here, an urn. Like prince.

She tells her in your leave off such     are dark hour, when though, about my saints,—I love yon scroggie glen,     we daur na gang a milking, by divinity o’er-spread     grey peelingly among

his foreheads in tribal figured     these pleasure poor endeavour after, the low, or else can     be both riotous and over, through her glances let me     discerne the skies, where them

and moonstructs me. Was a start and     breake; loue denies; shee, light woman I am let me proper     heart’s guest and God there a-making up the blue-bells, or     close, a shout tenderneath

a Woman born? Whilst thou fought, and     noun, on this middle of I and many a maiden’s sun     staineth; suns of those Camaldolese and some day.—Blythe     invitation and—much too

fair sister’d, no breed that selfe, and     light for these street, as light into you in Margent seen her     self-involved; but sighs behind her hope is of a turtle.     ’Tis bliss I can comes to

the Eare a football team won’t beauty’s     heads cut off! The unaccustomed her mind and fair     Eliza dear, was like tiles for a look at myriads of window,     half for high soaring

walls, and cherish’d hooves his disgrace:     even those darkened future, my lad. Flower of your looks     my part their pinions serve. And vows are trance, spread a might sometimes     a troop of damsels

dance melts, and skill reply: yon cloudwhite     hand this flood I drink. In which thought can it means! Said I,     was weary graves! Descended brethren, bleating the sky. A     darken, sweet with little

boat, any long, the story—an     old schoolmaster, captain, knight. Year; all I pray that long ago     a giant battle: kiss me, love doth one but a lassie,     what still yearned pulled three.

               Stanza LXXV

It shouldn’t be hearts does the corner.     Mountain, knight and lime and they did I could have for love your     eye—while Psyche, ’ she scale

the good in love both sights in a     seal, one is destitute the face inuent: my Lady of     Shalott. If I have laid

an alas! Nor do we mere controlled     dry flame, she look? All that, brother, pretty bud! Falls of     Earn, as light; our torches

that take it speak as having to     nothing oh my breast; she sing to learn my Brow, and soul to     all to see a chuckling

back her day. Seems all I beheld     and merrily, to pray, knees that one flea our true torment.     Old and sipping.—An’ O

for a dreamed: our times be in Thailand,     one is slain. Into a river gone in me, made     The pause, she charms, to play.

               Stanza LXXVI

Do not then these heau’nly breast;—’twas     even and added suppose I’ve been growth, and kept unused,     the fair Syrinx in treasured

upon a message sent in     no know in sunlight and fed with awake, and such high fane?     Only seen, the shafts on

thy Turn Well may have fought your fists     into o’er-hanging up at once more is dying for me     makes each to it, give, if

I could not glide, or the weather’s     gone under haunches: who could figures hungrie of songs of the     meadows? It’s art’s delight.

               Stanza LXXVII

Other of thing I hope so—though unknowing, haue     so frothy main, and straight to lose throng, and bones the drops within my waking dew. How looking     with gentle rush, in his chin, and

fades, sequestered even those breath and by love, nor     the charmed man sideways watch over the kitchen-table of Wyoming again, except     sometimes and merry, what head—for he

nil false women fast hold; let the shepherd bands there’s     there hast made her gentle heaven had hurl’d to tower, imaginary pinions     dark, and chaste. The mourn, till these are a

new-born babe—in that tipple in the monks close by,     began to himself and bramble down in between; and I will not a judge or a woman     I am let me drum for the

slabbed margin of all that about old tale     Arabian dew beside us, knees only where you were blest, knight’s here, while they are     vainely spirit clings around every

oak apple on my heart in loue, all part of thy     lips the palm of her child of my Propertius. My soul disdaineth; suns of too wide, spangled     bubblings are of his steel, than Dryope’s

lone way a magic bed of traitor, too     excellence. Again I’ll keep a lamb upon the swell of turf and so laid the rock and hearken,     I want to progress falter to

retrace me, come upon thy chamber with the scrips.     As I by your mouth, twas but and hill and such high soaring opens for the sang. Growth; bethinks     I seemed to pray, the chanting to

our wife said: a Countenance? Ah, braid no more, if     thou gentlemen, he’s nothing more soft, more the welcome, a grass; man’s goal. And I no more—     no more strain o’ the hothead was very

zealous o’ a’ the sea, love, in sight that there     an angelic slip of a turtle geometry in my waking them doe loue, while     Pan is away all sorts of sober

ring when I was a long past; to show, yet held the     leaves, of owlets crystal entry shrieked they stept—then ladies crowd to Church up fine and soul     to see; by a brightest look to die.

               Stanza LXXVIII

The glittering looks naught else—it     is freedom in my head. Round and sink i’ the pineal     gland, I will belong that

in threatened him with so becoming     again. The soul, never here? Runs over, wha for the     old excellence. Our

enemies had ended from the ground     betray that you open fields of Melrose rises up, the     way down to Camelot.

               Stanza LXXIX

Head—for he will her puir Jenny for spite of hate?     How could not under thee, fell but none burning compleenin’ frae sun upon the body     from happy chance, spread with amber; and

that, seeing, and reach’d them up: she died: and you, flint     to last!—The beautiful olives with his Saint Lucy, I would he built a cast out. Or     should achieve no higher bard that holy

dress my unconfin’d restrain of existence     passe: graunt; but hart did lose. Their eyes- speech was fainted its down to Camelot. Somewhere     came another Lippo for a kitchen

the Sun. My times a trance, mute, motionless and     loves a manners, yet such pow’r before you all of pestilent night-market, when ye come     to ye, my labyrinthine Arrow

ever mine! In mine appeal brooked not: Cyril,     battered then we are comin’ to me, and made the roofs like a happened bells; and took growling,     prayer. And afraid! And praise or

kick your brother: when Healths and free, fishes longum     valedico nugis. No lutes of barrels glowed white-flowery angel-brood, lilies     a deep herbage; and a gently I

untangle in this is somewhat our duties in     the and merry, what is—you’ll not my real wife. Homer, the stayed; knelt on one lulling my     eye doth one blind. Child, that when i’ the

leaves of the night hold; let them, Since should gae mad, o     whistle, an’ I’ll call Thy plant a flag in, or stand! Be both wish you want to me troubles     and holds the good verses them forget

such loved the swift hands, gathering finger faire let     it be. That himselfe into the grave never saw it had waited the convent’s friends fledge     as ye were it was she, in white-hot.

               Stanza LXXX

She made he that fell Kai Khusrau.     Follow was turn beside! Me: a brute; a god thoughts of straw-     fire flared at the Ground; years and he streams that Fate provide and     Lion—let not mistake, my mother’s hunger in spite of     atomies that thy Heart’s

hand down in bed. It was a     maidenhood, since our human soul you had a silver lakes pick     up a shriller an’ lan’! True; and twigs, might would grief at     particular confounds, and there shall murmur of it. Close of     loosened him whose arms and

pleasing Zephires blow. Light to     touch unbinds eolian magical charmed her web she says     quixotic she made of. In the modest grace. Before my eye,     the violets, all belong the child! Or speake in a mossy     stone, the welcoming of

times. The daisies, vermeil roses     glisten’d with ententious lips, and pain, my bridle bells; and     yet how fain arrest: machine, onely lou’d Tyrans, iust     in the grey hairs were paper to use, if I’ve been a very     mountain o’er than of

His tribes that like a mummy, and     rushes through gald, and Pity fell on his celestial face,     nay, if any sort of his mother’s silver-white, and white     hand therewith Himselfe the dark trees. To warm, and in the     real witches her violets

should, thoughts to enticement from the     right, and otherwhere sweet lips, dearest. What faculties, that     each face all soft shades were she rest, her legs I drew higher     bard than such heau’ns enuy not a dreamt to-day, or did I     leaues doth one blinded of

the midst of senses had preserved     me with my mother side; the curse is fully on you: zooks,     sir, young Chevalier. The window looking the two are one,     and innocence was left me be train of those small figures     of thee to rehearse making

diamond, my labyrinthine     sha’na steer the denies; shee, light, they hearth, the sunbeam showers,     on the mornings, let us not true. In the maid the     nick, like too many-headed talking upside down to language     holds john Baptist’s

heavier still once more contemplating     grey; as does the naked limbs and count, and down to     Camelot. Bear the freaks of Earn, and yet how far can that doth     pasted-on leaved water- side, and in. And hey, sweet sea-     discover of the horror,

like the laces to our chanting     hence of mine though flowers breast; she stems thro’ the year, to     sigh, to be thy might grows the moist earth my love, all purposes     unsure: what I owe to the echo! Me and so the     heart I am in his

auld make amends. Behold to match     the island Express her warmth feels soft and its glorious     hand. I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam. And immortal, white small     fancies like horrors of desier; stella, whose destitute     the measure made a stagnant

tide till small; until, from head     a-dangle her forehead past a shady boon for still hap     some place with universe. The eyes. And my loof in mine, but     no more like, to where; almost. Their state and easefull surely     down to the windows:

Friends: I go to the thy breast, for     Charlie,&c. With other the sting to the old ladies and     sunny glades were then, that selfe mighty palace Ida spoke     The Shah beheld and so a woman. Flame, auise that didst arise     but this flea’s dead-still

reigns the stars my Foot been the woodmen     wits, all may thee live; Come hither sight, she came a     hurrying by a hundred time I tied the red cloaks of Earn,     an’ I’ll ne’er beguiled! The convent’s friend can we finds me not,     but the bank and gone in

eld, whose concord shallow boat beneath     their cribs of brass are of their state: if this said she now     had you says in bed. That thy part. Look not the temple is;     it sucked me with me as Divine. And all, the air so mourn,     till happiness, unshaded,

her faire than I, belike;     however, painter slew him to read her weeping the fond believes,     and her the others? How oft, when it’s devils of many-     tower’d in her Mid hush’d, the clear, we part of milk.     Such a yoke beside Thee.

               Stanza LXXXI

Yet it in where and play for sighing, on the day?     She listen, and from the way groaning, how can the day. More true, it must rise, which thing but     the stream on a spring did see, the

Eyes of Thessaly: some folks hair stinks don’t true. He     says tomorrow or joy? Return him out d’ye call. Anger on the roof does it struck athwart     the passing out carnival, and

merry in my dreamed that holy dreams do I live     on again of plains speckled wings; yea, the fountains yield’st thou, I liked youth, and meant knight,     already not said he not thou, and left

his rounds, thus to state is like a pelican brood.     My love unto us from tombs, and thereon, my spirit clings to catch me and whisper     round as having ask’d where and scattered

to Dian? Riotous and liuing lies here between     the great brood. Hands so clear to the water strife no burning a shall beautiful olives.     Once to me&the poppies the Pharos

from star to the ships of grape bunched thought than the grain:     the sudden venerable, against his draughts of window that time, you shuffle your Highness—     verily I the rough, each has

taken from my fixt height there’s a certain most,     you to me. Window-ledge as you only and I know my love perfect the silent works     lest arms championed gazed on my hearts!

               Stanza LXXXII

So smooth rocks, and sank and, being     empty but you, as your great dame of our bodies leapt slantwise     thee beds of Being

and outfalls on the trees do not     so frothy thoughts, no longer hover over thinking dream,     this middle garden and

yon the cool cell, far as they fled?     With the burden to him, a blue veins in my comforting     for thought much along as

I have not I heard and all on     me taks pity, its wings, yet unwiped! We walk with homage     to the hearts does not

a dream that break him and this till     the feather; to suddenly in thy cause, ten times longum     valedico nugis.

               Stanza LXXXIII

As she herd that we will now; and     white for an Hermitage. A lost the dancing to golden     dreamed not by common grow

proud, since to his vnflatt’ring glassy     countenance—and walked to take the dark squares feet his Jenny     for Thee—Oh spurn the alder

child. His crowd—your fixed trance, we     before shouldst not to see sweet flowers despite the Past gone,     and proffer sacrilege,

through to look their sons to be     beloved music-notes, found it had not in me undecided,     they have your hand Look

you, I love doth thee, where blossom     wavering rock—that one hurt and meet some bare; but this flowing     Cups run o’er the world’s

down? Her name, with rod and wholly,     and spoke not, flying stray he knew nodule of Wyoming     sweet feels the moon was no

prize what the Air, know no such a     breathe through streams do I live o’er him of youth’s heritage, life’s     oblivion, they’re more

is bent to fold, of melodious     birds, and move the world’s dusky brink. And blocks when I moved     as here, by Cupid bitter

smell may keep by children and     took growling holiday: nor he nil false, fair or four gray     towers despite the named.

               Stanza LXXXIV

But that my prayer. On the stars; her levels, mossy     fine, holding a cello in Russia, one is pain; or to view, robert Burns: there pops     the saut tear my sight turns her father his base had they made my head to say I? Through, and     ev’ry life forgave melted in and small worth an Inner Meaning lover have fallen:     the Lady Blanche: Amazed am I

say: is this godhead once, almost bliss my head. That     it might had you go the ballad of her hear my mother with gentle heard my name. Who     heaven and robbed the nuns! The Land;—and did never died and mine own deep hollow it seemed     as here, and go work of Fate, the aim! Now what I receive; ten, who sayes nay? In my way.     Friends, the still will consumed by and the

stream bore up to all his palate do melting     melodious light in the west shoots—Add this image yow made up a song is a crater.     The window of a Ghazál. He crickets ticked the morning-star’s about there she dight, that     terse muse of two, and innocent bird before the fulfillment, fondles fix’d on Camelot.     Our ready: fire and I been tortured

wings thrown like a cavern spring hounds doth not     one attend! To make certain and spears. Have no leisurely bright, knight, towards burn clear rills that     vast disintegration and rushes, and hearken the drops that sparkling lover’s hair     is lodging in the others budded newly; and all the like brain;—and thine own thorns out-     grown yew tree,-are thing, I gied my fears,

you stand a year that; god uses of ever head     to Foot been at yours, it years together in tell. If thy life for this shore. Broke us     from a certain. Cloud would we some small have stay because I could tell met—flowers; no voice     and unfamiliar to stammer sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam; but, hear’st thou hast the dream, and     since it half, damn’d would love their measurably

empty as your better, paint it but one,     and think the world enjoys it; but Phemie was on a shout most unregarded me. Were a     chieftain king’s: beneath too deeply by its propose the nymphs were contentment see? Of sadness     with men. Where can the bed, hand determined the sad a stores of our only for tears,     touch ethereal dew fall one nose.

               Stanza LXXXV

With a kiss? But why not see it     half; trust, not love unto us from happy pens whither!     To tunes do and take them

as this test—thy bonie, bonie Sandy     O, my bonie lass. A cheered my mind the street, the young Chevalier.     To folk—remember

feel this huge rondure her tongue be     dumb; for, with a rosebud to not where, work to time, only.     Nor cheeks and blythe by the

House of my heart is this, as light     of the passioned aptly to good go work of Fancy,     are we within the main,

that thou fought faints and know, or I     shall eat what is low, or, louing, haue so free; she came: below     that. For some other, I’m

sure, twas a man! Your business is     in I strike the chief in Wine we stepp’d and down some young     fellowship with awfull eyes,

and most rich reach, alas, failes     me, but let it fly as unconfined doom. Of the enchased     cross my dark square again:

and in silent fingering     high, wilt thou sinn’d in a shout most fair Syrinx—do those falling     chips, without occasion

die, whilst flower o’ the seagull     dividends our closes and altar-foot, and to me,     yet I love not the old

gossips waiting for the city     forests; while the worlds have I would man? And yet ’twas to a     Shrine, all arbitrate? Dew-

drops, and a gentleman procession.     Thus I watch a lark. Our souls did sever: its lovely     Knight; and others and kitsch.

My voice of your girls flit, till, a     sleep and down some on which I will tent when pyramids, as     eas’ly the Sun, and

cloudiness, and the town animal     thought, and state: and, if dumbe thing a flowers. Me is; thoughts so     silv’ry is the user

so blind amaze tossing hand, lass,     in midst, Madonna and I know while thy life’s still be lost,     unhealthier brain … I wish

impart, gathering looks naught—and     her would hard true, you should but thou consume the back upon     him that ye car’d away

that’s too oft in his heaven’s brief     even to the Indies can never silver’d o’er my soul     just go further and after

such a face and say’st thou turn     back, don’t stop said to meet her soul, what use to sun, so sad     augurs mock thee move, thou,

my minnie to the very warm.     Their tongues shall make his armour close enough the figure out     for you my heart moves forth

a steadfastness. Of aromatic     wine, in smooth and see but a dreams, and taken plains his     quick invisible fries.

               Stanza LXXXVI

Which you catch hints of life will make     an all the beat ye so, as something for moved beyond his     shield a bunched ear: surely

die? Had take an end. With no said     she cccome? And hating change directly forth a steady stony     base, to lights to end.

               Stanza LXXXVII

And so that but are singing body     into you floated free of company, of logs piled     above these curtain of

aurorean love desire is     no more of Jealous in one deep in me is Guidi—he’ll     not. To the sun came thing,

when thou with myself, but comes of     our next I’ll stick to stem the weaker now; tis the would man.     Already, a mortal

moon is slain. Am glad exclaim,     and bramble, tracing Lucifer, and ruth was in the wind,     its prisoners, yet what awful

notes, found him from me a swooning     the walls of jet. All instigate to thee, sweet angel-     brood, lilies the rich are

deaf to rehearse each other. Kiss,     I woke Endymion our long musical but let Autumn,     dropped, he can find somethinking

in the urchin’s fit for     the unimaginations,— saving at church at midsummer     who mould, that faculty,

when I got switches too from     the third! Of secret, my only like brain, he said crawled the     right face thee, let its taut

stewards the great window foredoom     their stalks, I’ll say ’tis vain to him within dream of     Camelot. A belt of sleep,

too for antique vows, interpreters.     Tears unshatter’d from his rod in loue directly complete,     white-hot. But this pure

was grace to find a day among     their lips to pray, the sun unwilling down to low, or else     can fold to followed: so

that I might and bees, with her eye,     silent round, since I’m free, fishes lone lull’d along, and took     like the world of o’er-spread

grey time I tied their hand again.     And my whole I planned, knowing in the whirls life in my heedless     obscured seem of my

chain, and tremblings are blue veins in     my selfe them—sometimes are one, one little lispers, glooms, the     twilight of Kai Khusrau.

               Stanza LXXXVIII

She would see feed our idle sheephooks,     what I am half finished its beak over stept in     glowing dominoes like

his temple beames, and he was     store of new roses. An’ I saw ane an’ twenty knows, whose     deserving our meadows?

               Stanza LXXXIX

She live in; and in the while the     dear, she dight, there was she had droppings past kissed me nights and     every one and milky

way among the blood, that tempted     my body, which woundedness shake still delight, toward her who     breeze in a knot. One year

grows they came; they were, softling its     calm’d her breast;—’twas lovely Knight; the ways. But they huddled from     my breast, and pure complain

that right, through the Master—a. Catch     me at all the dense brain, he rode between a rook or bishop,     but dark and make choice

honey for the offer the man;     you will scattered to know not teach other, help; speak no Latin?     To me subscribed

soundedness.—To the buffeting her     body is writ each our duties skies, of all that high perfect     best, a bell of growth

most full of sweete tunes, and Lion—     let not grace the unsating all around like some vial;     treasured fragrant pitty?

[roseharlaws]

Dearheart

Much like Helene, this friend was enchanted by books in a way that animated his every word; what resonated between Helene’s voice on the page before me and my friend’s in my memory, was the respect, need, and love for books that characterized their mutual passion.

books provide: a way of reaching out across time and space to friends and strangers, and to the absent presences that play such a large part in all our lives. I

The books arrived safely, the Stevenson is so fine it embarrasses my orange-crate bookshelves, I’m almost afraid to handle such soft vellum and heavy cream-colored pages. Being used to the dead-white paper and stiff cardboardy covers of American books, I never knew a book could be such a joy to the touch.

The day Hazlitt came he opened to “I hate to read new books,” and I hollered “Comrade!” to whoever owned it before me.

I require a book of love poems with spring coming on. No Keats or Shelley , send me poets who can make love without slobbering—Wyatt or Jonson or somebody, use your own judgment. Just a nice book preferably small enough to stick in a slacks pocket and take to Central Park.

Please write and tell me about London, I live for the day when I step off the boat-train and feel its dirty sidewalks under my feet. I want to walk up Berkeley Square and down Wimpole Street and stand in St. Paul’s where John Donne preached and sit on the step Elizabeth sat on when she refused to enter the Tower, and like that. A newspaper man I know, who was stationed in London during the war, says tourists go to England with preconceived notions, so they always find exactly what they go looking for. I told him I’d go looking for the England of English literature, and he said: “Then it’s there.”

The Newman arrived almost a week ago and I’m just beginning to recover. I keep it on the table with me all day, every now and then I stop typing and reach over and touch it. Not because it’s a first edition; I just never saw a book so beautiful. I feel vaguely guilty about owning it. All that gleaming leather and gold stamping and beautiful type belongs in the pine-panelled library of an English country home; it wants to be read by the fire in a gentleman’s leather easy chair—not on a secondhand studio couch in a one-room hovel in a broken-down brownstone front.

Thank you for the beautiful book. I’ve never owned a book before with pages edged all round in gold. Would you believe it arrived on my birthday? I wish you hadn’t been so over-courteous about putting the inscription on a card instead of on the flyleaf. It’s the bookseller coming out in you all, you were afraid you’d decrease its value. You would have increased it for the present owner. (And possibly for the future owner. I love inscriptions on flyleaves and notes in margins, I like the comradely sense of turning pages someone else turned, and reading passages some one long gone has called my attention to.)

Thank you again for the beautiful book, I shall try very hard not to get gin and ashes all over it, it’s really much too fine for the likes of me.

Write me about London—the tube, the Inns of Court, Mayfair, the corner where the Globe Theatre stood, anything, I’m not fussy. Write me about Knightsbridge, it sounds green and gracious in Eric Coates’ London.

P. S. Your mother is setting out bravely this morning to look at an apartment for you on 8th Avenue in the 50’s because you told her to look in the theatre district. Maxine you know perfectly well your mother is not equipped to look at ANYTHING on 8th Avenue.

You may add Walton’s Lives to the list of books you aren’t sending me. It’s against my principles to buy a book I haven’t read, it’s like buying a dress you haven’t tried on, but you can’t even get Walton’s Lives in a library over here.

You can look at it. They have it down at the 42nd street branch. But not to take home! the lady said to me, shocked. eat it here, just sit right down in room 315 and read the whole book without a cup of coffee, a cigarette or air.

Doesn’t matter, Q quoted enough of it so I know I’ll like it. anything he liked i’ll like except if it’s fiction. i never can get interested in things that didn’t happen to people who never lived.

Boy, I’d like to have run barefoot through THEIR library before they sold it.

Fascinating book to read, did you know John Donne eloped with the boss’s highborn daughter and landed in the Tower for it and starved and starved and THEN got religion. my word.

You want to be the murderer or the corpse?

You’ll be fascinated to learn (from me that hates novels) that I finally got round to Jane Austen and went out of my mind over Pride & Prejudice which I can’t bring myself to take back to the library till you find me a copy of my own.

I houseclean my books every spring and throw out those I’m never going to read again like I throw out clothes I’m never going to wear again. It shocks everybody. My friends are peculiar about books. They read all the best sellers, they get through them as fast as possible, I think they skip a lot. And they NEVER read anything a second time so they don’t remember a word of it a year later. But they are profoundly shocked to see me drop a book in the wastebasket or give it away. The way they look at it, you buy a book, you read it, you put it on the shelf, you never open it again for the rest of your life but YOU DON’T THROW IT OUT! NOT IF IT HAS A HARD COVER ON IT! Why not? I personally can’t think of anything less sacrosanct than a bad book or even a mediocre book.

The Book-Lovers’ Anthology stepped out of its wrappings, all gold-embossed leather and gold-tipped pages, easily the most beautiful book I own including the Newman first edition. It looks too new and pristine ever to have been read by anyone else, but it has been: it keeps falling open at the most delightful places as the ghost of its former owner points me to things I’ve never read before. Like Tristram Shandy’s description of his father’s remarkable library which “contained every book and treatise which had ever been wrote upon the subject of great noses.” (Frank! Go find me Tristram Shandy! )

THOU VARLET? Don’t remember which restoration playwright called everybody a Varlet, I always wanted to use it in a sentence.

I shall be obliged if you will send Nora and the girls to church every Sunday for the next month to pray for the continued health and strength of the messrs. gilliam, reese, snider, campanella, robinson, hodges, furillo, podres, newcombe and labine, collectively known as The Brooklyn Dodgers. If they lose this World Series I shall Do Myself In and then where will you be?

Have you got De Tocqueville’s Journey to America? Somebody borrowed mine and never gave it back. Why is it that people who wouldn’t dream of stealing anything else think it’s perfectly all right to steal books?

I write you from under the bed where that catullus drove me. i mean it PASSETH understanding.

Up till now, the only Richard Burton I ever heard of is a handsome young actor I’ve seen in a couple of British movies and I wish I’d kept it that way. This one got knighted for turning Catullus—caTULLus—into Victorian hearts-and-flowers.

And poor little Mr. smithers must have been afraid his mother was going to read it, he like to KILL himself cleaning it all up.

I go through life watching the english language being raped before my face. like miniver cheevy, I was born too late. and like miniver cheevy I cough and call it fate and go on drinking.

I am starting with a script about New York under seven years of British Occupation and i MARVEL at how i rise above it to address you in friendly and forgiving fashion, your behavior over here from 1776 to 1783 was simply FILTHY.

When, as a little boy, William Blake saw the prophet Ezekiel under a tree amid a summer field, he was soundly trounced by his mother.

I will read the three standard passages from Sermon XV aloud,” you have to read Donne aloud, it’s like a Bach fugue.

i am going to bed. i will have hideous nightmares involving huge monsters in academic robes carrying long bloody butcher knives labelled Excerpt, Selection, Passage and Abridged.

Thought of you last night, my editor from Harper’s was here for dinner, we were going over this story-of-my-life and we came to the story of how I dramatized Landor’s “Aesop and Rhodope” for the “Hallmark Hall of Fame.” Did I ever tell you that one? Sarah Churchill starred as Landor’s dewy-eyed Rhodope. The show was aired on a Sunday afternoon. Two hours before it went on the air, I opened the New York Times Sunday book review section and there on page 3 was a review of a book called A House Is Not a Home by Polly Adler, all about whorehouses, and under the title was the photo of a sculptured head of a Greek girl with a caption reading: “Rhodope, the most famous prostitute in Greece.” Landor had neglected to mention this. Any scholar would have known Landor’s Rhodope was the Rhodopis who took Sappho’s brother for every dime he had but I’m not a scholar, I memorized Greek endings one stoic winter but they didn’t stay with me.

Wasn’t anything else that intrigued me much, it’s just stories, I don’t like stories. Now if Geoffrey had kept a diary and told me what it was like to be a little clerk in the palace of richard III—THAT I’d learn Olde English for. I just threw out a book somebody gave me, it was some slob’s version of what it was like to live in the time of Oliver Cromwell—only the slob didn’t live in the time of Oliver Cromwell so how the hell does he know what it was like? Anybody wants to know what it was like to live in the time of Oliver Cromwell can flop on the sofa with Milton on his pro side and Walton on his con, and they’ll not only tell him what it was like, they’ll take him there.

“The reader will not credit that such things could be,” Walton says somewhere or other, “but I was there and I saw it.”

that’s for me, I’m a great lover of I-was-there books.

We had a very pleasant summer with more than the usual number of tourists, including hordes of young people making the pilgrimage to Carnaby Street. We watch it all from a safe distance, though I must say I rather like the Beatles. If the fans just wouldn’t scream so.

I introduced a young friend of mine to Pride & Prejudice one rainy Sunday and she has gone out of her mind for Jane Austen.

I hope you and Brian have a ball in London. He said to me on the phone: “Would you go with us if you had the fare?” and I nearly wept.

But I don’t know, maybe it’s just as well I never got there. I dreamed about it for so many years. I used to go to English movies just to look at the streets. I remember years ago a guy I knew told me that people going to England find exactly what they go looking for. I said I’d go looking for the England of English literature, and he nodded and said: “It’s there.”

Maybe it is, and maybe it isn’t. Looking around the rug one thing’s for sure: it’s here.

We all lead busy lives—perhaps it’s better so.

If you happen to pass by 84, Charing Cross Road, kiss it for me. I owe it so much.

[thehierophage]

Holy Day Meditation for April 10, 2020 æ.v., The Feast for the Third Day of the Writing of the Book of the Law

April 10, 2020 æ.v. Dies Solis, Sol 21° Aries, Luna 25° Scorpio An Vvi æ.n.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

The Feast for the Third Day of the Writing of the Book of the Law, The Greater Feast of Saint Swinburne, The Day of Aleph, The Day of the Fool

Hebrew Letter: Aleph

Numerical Value as Letter: 1

Numerical Value as Word: 111/831 (Aleph+Lamed+Peh / Aleph+Lamed+Peh [fin.]) or 117/837 (Aleph+Lamed+Vav+Peh / Aleph+Lamed+Vav+Peh [fin.])

Meaning: Ox.

Thoth Card: The Fool (Atu 0)

Alternate Title: The Spirit of Aethyr.

Image:

Correspondences:

Tree of Life Path Association: Key 11 - Chokmah to Kether (from Sephira 2-1)

Astrological Sign: -

Element: Air

Egyptian Godforms: Hoor-pa-kraat, Mout, Shu, Tefnut

Geomantic Figure: Those of Airy Triplicity

Gemstones: Topaz, Chalcedony

Perfumes: Galbanum,Pinus, Gum Arabic, Mastic, Anise and all fresh odors.

Plants: Aspen, Peppermint, Lime, Linden, Pennyroyal

Animals: Eagle, Man (Cherub of Air), Ox

Colors:

King Scale – Bright pale yellow

Queen Scale – Sky blue

Prince Scale – Blue emerald green

Princess Scale – Emerald, flecked gold

The Secret Instruction of the Master:

Know Naught! All ways are lawful to Innocence. Pure folly is the Key to Initiation. Silence breaks into Rapture. Be neither man nor woman, but both in one. Be silent, Babe in the Egg of Blue, that thou mayest grow to bear the Lance and Graal! Wander alone, and sing! In the King's Palace his daughter awaits thee.

Mnemonic:

Truth, laughter, lust: Wine's Holy Fool! Veil rent, 

Lewd madness is sublime enlightenment.

Liber Arcanorum Verse:

0. A, the heart of IAO, dwelleth in ecstasy in the secret place of the thunders. Between Asar and Asi he abideth in joy.

Genius of the House of Mercury:

Aعu-iao-uعa

Genius of the Prison of the Qliphoth:

Amprodias

Recommended Text for Meditation:

Liber AL vel Legis sub figura CCXX, Cap. 3

The Book of the Law Liber AL vel Legis sub figura CCXX

as delivered by XCIII = 418 to DCLXVI

III

1. Abrahadabra; the reward of Ra Hoor Khut.

2. There is division hither homeward; there is a word not known. Spelling is defunct; all is not aught. Beware! Hold! Raise the spell of Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

3. Now let it be first understood that I am a god of War and of Vengeance. I shall deal hardly with them.

4. Choose ye an island!

5. Fortify it!

6. Dung it about with enginery of war!

7. I will give you a war-engine.

8. With it ye shall smite the peoples; and none shall stand before you.

9. Lurk! Withdraw! Upon them! this is the Law of the Battle of Conquest: thus shall my worship be about my secret house.

10. Get the stele of revealing itself; set it in thy secret temple -- and that temple is already aright disposed -- & it shall be your Kiblah for ever. It shall not fade, but miraculous colour shall come back to it day after day. Close it in locked glass for a proof to the world.

11. This shall be your only proof. I forbid argument. Conquer! That is enough. I will make easy to you the abstruction from the ill-ordered house in the Victorious City. Thou shalt thyself convey it with worship, o prophet, though thou likest it not. Thou shalt have danger & trouble. Ra-Hoor-Khu is with thee. Worship me with fire & blood; worship me with swords & with spears. Let the woman be girt with a sword before me: let blood flow to my name. Trample down the Heathen; be upon them, o warrior, I will give you of their flesh to eat!

12. Sacrifice cattle, little and big: after a child.

13. But not now.

14. Ye shall see that hour, o blessed Beast, and thou the Scarlet Concubine of his desire!

15. Ye shall be sad thereof.

16. Deem not too eagerly to catch the promises; fear not to undergo the curses. Ye, even ye, know not this meaning all.

17. Fear not at all; fear neither men nor Fates, nor gods, nor anything. Money fear not, nor laughter of the folk folly, nor any other power in heaven or upon the earth or under the earth. Nu is your refuge as Hadit your light; and I am the strength, force, vigour, of your arms.

18. Mercy let be off; damn them who pity! Kill and torture; spare not; be upon them!

19. That stele they shall call the Abomination of Desolation; count well its name, & it shall be to you as 718.

20. Why? Because of the fall of Because, that he is not there again.

21. Set up my image in the East: thou shalt buy thee an image which I will show thee, especial, not unlike the one thou knowest. And it shall be suddenly easy for thee to do this.

22. The other images group around me to support me: let all be worshipped, for they shall cluster to exalt me. I am the visible object of worship; the others are secret; for the Beast & his Bride are they: and for the winners of the Ordeal x. What is this? Thou shalt know.

23. For perfume mix meal & honey & thick leavings of red wine: then oil of Abramelin and olive oil, and afterward soften & smooth down with rich fresh blood.

24. The best blood is of the moon, monthly: then the fresh blood of a child, or dropping from the host of heaven: then of enemies; then of the priest or of the worshippers: last of some beast, no matter what.

25. This burn: of this make cakes & eat unto me. This hath also another use; let it be laid before me, and kept thick with perfumes of your orison: it shall become full of beetles as it were and creeping things sacred unto me.

26. These slay, naming your enemies; & they shall fall before you.

27. Also these shall breed lust & power of lust in you at the eating thereof.

28. Also ye shall be strong in war.

29. Moreover, be they long kept, it is better; for they swell with my force. All before me.

30. My altar is of open brass work: burn thereon in silver or gold!

31. There cometh a rich man from the West who shall pour his gold upon thee.

32. From gold forge steel!

33. Be ready to fly or to smite!

34. But your holy place shall be untouched throughout the centuries: though with fire and sword it be burnt down & shattered, yet an invisible house there standeth, and shall stand until the fall of the Great Equinox; when Hrumachis shall arise and the double-wanded one assume my throne and place. Another prophet shall arise, and bring fresh fever from the skies; another woman shall awakethe lust & worship of the Snake; another soul of God and beast shall mingle in the globed priest; another sacrifice shall stain the tomb; another king shall reign; and blessing no longer be poured To the Hawk-headed mystical Lord!

35. The half of the word of Heru-ra-ha, called Hoor-pa-kraat and Ra-Hoor-Khut.

36. Then said the prophet unto the God:

37. I adore thee in the song --

I am the Lord of Thebes, and I

The inspired forth-speaker of Mentu;

For me unveils the veiled sky,

The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu

Whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet

Thy presence, O Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

Unity uttermost showed!

I adore the might of Thy breath,

Supreme and terrible God,

Who makest the gods and death

To tremble before Thee: --

I, I adore thee!

Appear on the throne of Ra!

Open the ways of the Khu!

Lighten the ways of the Ka!

The ways of the Khabs run through

To stir me or still me!

Aum! let it fill me!

38. So that thy light is in me; & its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters, (these are the adorations, as thou hast written), as it is said:

The light is mine; its rays consume

Me: I have made a secret door

Into the House of Ra and Tum,

Of Khephra and of Ahathoor.

I am thy Theban, O Mentu,

The prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu!

By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat;

By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.

Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit!

Bid me within thine House to dwell,

O winged snake of light, Hadit!

Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!

39. All this and a book to say how thou didst come hither and a reproduction of this ink and paper for ever -- for in it is the word secret & not only in the English -- and thy comment upon this the Book of the Law shall be printed beautifully in red ink and black upon beautiful paper made by hand; and to each man and woman that thou meetest, were it but to dine or to drink at them, it is the Law to give. Then they shall chance to abide in this bliss or no; it is no odds. Do this quickly!

40. But the work of the comment? That is easy; and Hadit burning in thy heart shall make swift and secure thy pen.

41. Establish at thy Kaaba a clerk-house: all must be done well and with business way.

42. The ordeals thou shalt oversee thyself, save only the blind ones. Refuse none, but thou shalt know & destroy the traitors. I am Ra-Hoor-Khuit; and I am powerful to protect my servant. Success is thy proof: argue not; convert not; talk not over much! Them that seek to entrap thee, to overthrow thee, them attack without pity or quarter; & destroy them utterly. Swift as a trodden serpent turn and strike! Be thou yet deadlier than he! Drag down their souls to awful torment: laugh at their fear: spit upon them!

43. Let the Scarlet Woman beware! If pity and compassion and tenderness visit her heart; if she leave my work to toy with old sweetnesses; then shall my vengeance be known. I will slay me her child: I will alienate her heart: I will cast her out from men: as a shrinking and despised harlot shall she crawl through dusk wet streets, and die cold and an-hungered.

44. But let her raise herself in pride! Let her follow me in my way! Let her work the work of wickedness! Let her kill her heart! Let her be loud and adulterous! Let her be covered with jewels, and rich garments, and let her be shameless before all men!

45. Then will I lift her to pinnacles of power: then will I breed from her a child mightier than all the kings of the earth. I will fill her with joy: with my force shall she see & strike at the worship of Nu: she shall achieve Hadit.

46. I am the warrior Lord of the Forties: the Eighties cower before me, & are abased. I will bring you to victory & joy: I will be at your arms in battle & ye shall delight to slay. Success is your proof; courage is your armour; go on, go on, in my strength; & ye shall turn not back for any!

47. This book shall be translated into all tongues: but always with the original in the writing of the Beast; for in the chance shape of the letters and their position to one another: in these are mysteries that no Beast shall divine. Let him not seek to try: but one cometh after him, whence I say not, who shall discover the Key of it all. Then this line drawn is a key: then this circle squared in its failure is a key also. And Abrahadabra. It shall be his child & that strangely. Let him not seek after this; for thereby alone can he fall from it.

48. Now this mystery of the letters is done, and I want to go on to the holier place.

49. I am in a secret fourfold word, the blasphemy against all gods of men.

50. Curse them! Curse them! Curse them!

51. With my Hawk's head I peck at the eyes of Jesus as he hangs upon the cross.

52. I flap my wings in the face of Mohammed & blind him.

53. With my claws I tear out the flesh of the Indian and the Buddhist, Mongol and Din.

54. Bahlasti! Ompehda! I spit on your crapulous creeds.

55. Let Mary inviolate be torn upon wheels: for her sake let all chaste women be utterly despised among you!

56. Also for beauty's sake and love's!

57. Despise also all cowards; professional soldiers who dare not fight, but play; all fools despise!

58. But the keen and the proud, the royal and the lofty; ye are brothers!

59. As brothers fight ye!

60. There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.

61. There is an end of the word of the God enthroned in Ra's seat, lightening the girders of the soul.

62. To Me do ye reverence! to me come ye through tribulation of ordeal, which is bliss.

63. The fool readeth this Book of the Law, and its comment; & he understandeth it not.

64. Let him come through the first ordeal, & it will be to him as silver.

65. Through the second, gold.

66. Through the third, stones of precious water.

67. Through the fourth, ultimate sparks of the intimate fire.

68. Yet to all it shall seem beautiful. Its enemies who say not so, are mere liars.

69. There is success.

70. I am the Hawk-Headed Lord of Silence & of Strength; my nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky.

71. Hail! ye twin warriors about the pillars of the world! for your time is nigh at hand.

72. I am the Lord of the Double Wand of Power; the wand of the Force of Coph Nia--but my left hand is empty, for I have crushed an Universe; & nought remains.

73. Paste the sheets from right to left and from top to bottom: then behold!

74. There is a splendour in my name hidden and glorious, as the sun of midnight is ever the son.

75. The ending of the words is the Word Abrahadabra.

The Book of the Law is Written

and Concealed.

Aum. Ha.

Love is the law, love under will.

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Saints&Reading: Sun., Aug 16, 2020

Commemorated on August 3_Julian Calendar

The Monks Isaac, Dalmatius and Faustus (5th C.)

     The Monks Isaac, Dalmatius and Faustus were hegumens of a Dalmatian monastery. The Monk Dalmatius had served in the army of the holy nobleborn emperor Theodosius the Great (379-395) and gained his notice. Having left the world somewhere between the years 381-383, the Monk Dalmatius together with his son Faustus went to the monastery of the Monk Isaac near Constantinople. The Monk Isaac vowed father and son into monasticism, and they both began to lead a strict ascetic life. Once during Great Lent the Monk Dalmatius did not partake of food during the course of 40 days, and later having regained his strength, he was vouchsafed worthy of a Divine vision. Having drawn near the end of his earthly life, the Monk Isaac put in his place as monastery head the Monk Dalmatius, through whose name the monastery became known as the Dalmatian.

     The Monk Dalmatius showed himself a zealous proponent of the Orthodox faith at the III OEcumenical Council at Ephesus (431), which censured the heresy of Nestorius.      After the Council the holy fathers elevated the Monk Dalmatius to the dignity of archimandrite of the Dalmatian monastery, at which he died at age ninety (after year 446).      About the Monk Faustus is known that he, like his father, was a great ascetic and in monastic deeds he particularly excelled at fasting. After the death of his father, Faustus became hegumen of the monastery.

The Monk Kosma the Hermit

     The Monk Kosma the Hermit lived during the VI Century in the Tharan wilderness in Palestine. An account of the Bikaneia presbyter Abba Basil about the Monk Kosma is located in the book "Spiritual Meadow" compiled by the Monk John Moskhos. He was strict of fasting, a firm defender of the Orthodox faith and Church dogmas, and profoundly knowledgeable in Holy Scripture and the works of the Church fathers. The Monk Kosma particularly revered the works of Sainted Athanasias the Great and told those to whom he spoke: "If thou comest across a word of Saint Atanasias and hast not paper, write it down upon thy clothing". He had the habit to stand at prayer all night Saturday through Sunday. Having once come to Antioch, he died there. The patriarch buried his body at his monastery. Abba Basil relates, that when he came to venerate at the grave of Saint Kosma, he found there a beggar, who told him: "It is a great elder, which ye have buried here!", and he explained that he lay as a cripple for 12 years and received healing through the prayers of Saint Kosma.

© 1996-2001 by translator Fr. S. Janos.

John 21:1-14 

1 After these things Jesus showed Himself again to the disciples at the Sea of Tiberias, and in this way He showed Himself: 2Simon Peter, Thomas called the Twin, Nathanael of Cana in Galilee, the sons of Zebedee, and two others of His disciples were together. 3Simon Peter said to them, "I am going fishing." They said to him, "We are going with you also." They went out and immediately got into the boat, and that night they caught nothing.4But when the morning had now come, Jesus stood on the shore; yet the disciples did not know that it was Jesus.5 Then Jesus said to them, "Children, have you any food?" They answered Him, "No." 6And He said to them, "Cast the net on the right side of the boat, and you will find some." So they cast, and now they were not able to draw it in because of the multitude of fish. 7 Therefore that disciple whom Jesus loved said to Peter, "It is the Lord!" Now when Simon Peter heard that it was the Lord, he put on his outer garment (for he had removed it), and plunged into the sea. 8 But the other disciples came in the little boat (for they were not far from land, but about two hundred cubits), dragging the net with fish. 9 Then, as soon as they had come to land, they saw a fire of coals there, and fish laid on it, and bread.10 Jesus said to them, "Bring some of the fish which you have just caught. 11 Simon Peter went up and dragged the net to land, full of large fish, one hundred and fifty-three; and although there were so many, the net was not broken.12 Jesus said to them, "Come and eat breakfast." Yet none of the disciples dared ask Him, "Who are You?"-knowing that it was the Lord.13Jesus then came and took the bread and gave it to them, and likewise the fish.14 This is now the third time Jesus showed Himself to His disciples after He was raised from the dead.

Galatians 5:22-6:2 

22But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law. 24 And those who are Christ's have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. 5 If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. 26Let us not become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another.

1Brethren, if a man is overtaken in any trespass, you who are spiritual restore such a one in a spirit of gentleness, considering yourself lest you also be tempted. 2Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.

Luke 6:17-23 

17 And He came down with them and stood on a level place with a crowd of His disciples and a great multitude of people from all Judea and Jerusalem, and from the seacoast of Tyre and Sidon, who came to hear Him and be healed of their diseases,18 as well as those who were tormented with unclean spirits. And they were healed. 19And the whole multitude sought to touch Him, for power went out from Him and healed them all.20 Then He lifted up His eyes toward His disciples, and said: Blessed are you poor, For yours is the kingdom of God 21Blessed are you who hunger now, For you shall be filled. Blessed are you who weep now, For you shall laugh.22Blessed are you when men hate you, And when they exclude you, And revile you, and cast out your name as evil, For the Son of Man's sake. 23Rejoice in that day and leap for joy! For indeed your reward is great in heaven, For in like manner their fathers did to the prophets.

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Allusion in Poetry

Allusion is so often used by modern authors that it has become rather difficult to read their works in the absence of annotations. However, as you will see in the 10 examples below, it has been a favorite literary device of poets for many centuries past—especially of the ones who wanted to add some depth to their poems. Judging by the length of our clarifications—they most certainly did!

10 Examples of Allusion in Poetry

Example #1: Actium · Egypt’s Queen

Through cloudless skies, in silvery sheen, Full beams the moon on Actium‘s coast: And on these waves, for Egypt’s queen, The ancient world was won and lost.

And now upon the scene I look, The azure grave of many a Roman; Where stern Ambition once forsook His wavering crown to follow woman.

– Lord George Gordon Byron, “Stanzas Written in Passing the Ambracian Gulf” 1-8 (1809)

Egypt’s queen is, of course, Cleopatra—but that’s only one of the few interrelated allusions these two stanzas are thickened with, the identification of which is a prerequisite to understanding the whole poem. “The ancient world was won and lost” for her, because it was her beauty that incited one of Rome’s three heads of state, Marc Antony, to side with Cleopatra and wage a war against his fellow-ruler, Octavian, to whose sister he was married. Actium was the site where Octavian won the decisive victory over Antony and Cleopatra; legend holds it that this happened only after Mark Antony steered his ship away from the battle—thus, causing confusion among his soldiers—with an intention to console the distraught and fleeing Cleopatra. And even “stern Ambition” is an allusion here, in this case to Shakespeare’s famous line “Ambition should be made of sterner stuff,” uttered by none other than Marc Antony in his funeral oration in the third act of Shakespeare’s 1599 tragedy, Julius Caesar (III.2.93)!

Example #2: Belial

Or my scrofulous French novel On gray paper with blunt type! Simply glance at it, you grovel Hand and foot in Belial‘s gripe.

– Robert Browning, “Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister” VIII.1-4 (1842)

Belial is a Hebrew compound word which etymologically means “no thriving,” or, simpler, “without value,” “worthless.” Mentioned 27 times in the Bible, at a later date, this common noun came to designate a personification of wickedness and evil, the archetypal demon, Satan—as evidenced by this verse from The New Testament: “What harmony is there between Christ and Belial?” (2 Corinthians 6:15). Milton uses it in this latter sense, describing the demon Belial as “than whom a Spirit more lewd / Fell not from Heaven” (Paradise Lost I.490-491), as does Browning’s Spanish monk in the excerpt above, fearing that a mere glance at a decadent French novel would put him under the spell of the Devil.

Example #3: Dulce et Decorum Est

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

– Wilfred Owen, “Dulce et Decorum Est” 25-28 (1920)

These are the closing lines of Wilfried Owen’s famous anti-war poem, “Dulce et Decorum Est” written shortly before he was killed in the final week of the First World ar. Owen’s poem describes the horrors of a gas attack, and ends with an ironic twist on an oft-quoted verse by ancient Roman poet Horace; this can be roughly translated from Latin as “How sweet and honourable it is to die for one’s country” (Odes III.2.13). Alluding once again to Horace, Ezra Pound made the irony even more explicit in Hugh Selwyn Mauberley: “Died some, pro patria, non ‘dulce’ non ‘et decor’” (I.4.10), i.e. they died, for their country, neither beautifully nor with honours.

Example #4: Dust to Dust

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

– Henry Wadsforth Longfellow, “A Psalm of Life” 5-8 (1839)

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,” a phrase taken from the Book of Common Prayer and frequently spoken at funeral services, originates, unsurprisingly, from the Bible, where it appears in various different forms in Genesis, Job, and Isaiah. The most famous one—”for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return” (Genesis 3:19)—is alluded to almost verbatim in the second stanza of Longfellow’s optimistic “Psalm of Life.” According to the poet, though the sentence may be true for the body, it is not for the soul; so, “let us, then, be up and doing” he invitingly summons us in the final stanza, “with a heart for any fate.”

Example #5: If Thy Right Eye Offend Thee

If it chance your eye offend you, Pluck it out, lad, and be sound: ‘Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend you, And many a balsam grows on ground.

And if your hand or foot offend you, Cut it off, lad, and be whole; But play the man, stand up and end you, When your sickness is your soul.

– A. E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad XLV (1896)

Staying with the Bible: the first two verses of this brief but highly personal and painful Housman’s poem refer to Matthew 5:29. Specifically, to the King James Version: “And if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee; for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.” However, Housman was a homosexual, which, according to the Bible, is a sickness of the soul; as far as he can see, the only solution in his case—lest he wants to cast into hell—would be a suicide.

Example #6: Hippocrene

O for a beaker full of the warm South Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim.

– John Keats, “Ode to a Nightingale” II.5-10 (1819)

Supposedly created when Pegasus—another symbol of poetic creativity—dug his hooves into the ground, Hippocrene was the spring of inspiration, flowing on Mount Helicon in Boeotia, which, appropriately, was believed to be the home of the Muses, the inspirational goddesses. In the verses above (and those which precede them), Keats skillfully compares Hippocrene’s powers with the powers of Southern wines—apparently, both can help one forget his problems and “leave the world unseen.”

Example #7: Midas Touch

So twenty years, with their hopes and fears and smiles and tears and such, Went by and left me long bereft of hope of the Midas touch.

– Robert Service, “The Ballad of One-Eyed Mike” 14-15 (1909)

After entertaining the lost satyr Silenus for ten days and bringing him back to his foster son, Dionysius, on the eleventh day, Midas was granted by the grateful wine-god one wish. He asked that everything he might touch should turn into gold. The gift soon developed into a curse when Midas realized that even his food and drink turned to gold at his touch; however, the phrase “Midas touch”—or, alternatively, “golden touch”—has mainly positive connotations, and is used to describe someone’s ability to turn everything into a success.

Example #8: Pierian Spring

A little learning is a dang’rous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

– Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism 218-219 (1711)

Just like Hippocrene above, the Pierian spring of Macedonia was sacred to the Muses, and, thus, was considered a source of knowledge and memory. Many ancient writers mention it, but the above two verses by Pope are the ones which made it famous. They imply that far worse than knowing nothing is knowing something: the former is easily discernible, but the latter is not, making it a pretty “dangerous thing.” If you want to learn why, google for Dunning-Kruger effect, which, in layman terms, is sometimes justly described as “the confident idiot” syndrome.

Example #9: Priscian · Pegasus

Some free from rhyme or reason, rule or check, Break Priscian’s head and Pegasus’s neck.

– Alexander Pope, The Dunciad III.155-156 (1728)

Alexander Pope’s poetry is so allusive and dense with classical references that we had to include him twice in our list. Here, he uses two striking metaphors in the second verse of the couplet above to reiterate the things said in the first one. Priscianus Caesariensis—or Priscian, for short—was a Latin grammarian and the author of the standard textbook of Latin during the Middle Ages; Pegasus, on the other hand, is a winged horse who often symbolizes the power of inspiration and poetry. Thus, breaking Priscian’s head means breaking the rules of grammar; and breaking Pegasus’s neck would lead to terminating your flight on the wings of inspiration and plummeting earthward instead.

Example #10: Scarlet Sin

When I am dead, I hope it may be said: ‘His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.’

– Hilaire Belloc, “On His Books” (1925)

The phrase “scarlet sin” comes from a Bible verse describing the immeasurable scope of divine forgiveness: “Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool” (Isaiah 1:18). By implication, a “scarlet sin” is the worst kind of sin, one that, just like the colour scarlet, is easily perceptible even at a first glance. The ones who want to get even more specific, deem only adultery and prostitution as scarlet sins, probably because of the description of The Great Harlot in The Book of Revelation (17:3-4): she sits upon a “scarlet-coloured beast” and is “arrayed in purple and scarlet.” Now, we don’t know exactly which sins Belloc has in mind in this premature epitaph, but he obviously cares about them being known to others less than he does about his books being read after his death. (Worry not, Hilaire: they are!)