Poem 53

54 of 73 · 1 min of reading

WHAT being in rank-old nature should earlier have that

breath been

That hére pérsonal tells off these heart-song powerful

peals?--

A bush-browed, beetle-brówed bíllow is it?

With a soúth-wésterly wínd blústering, with a tide rolls

reels

Of crumbling, fore-foundering, thundering all-surfy seas

in; seen

Únderneath, their glassy barrel, of a fairy green.

. . . . . . . .

Or a jaunting vaunting vaulting assaulting trumpet telling

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End of part 54 of 73