What Being in Rank-Old Nature

What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been

That hйre pйrsonal tells off these heart-song powerful peals?—

A bush-browed, beetle-brуwed bнllow is it?

With a soъth-wйsterly wнnd blъstering, with a tide rolls reels

Of crumbling, fore-foundering, thundering all-surfy seas in; seen

Ъnderneath, their glassy barrel, of a fairy green.

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Or a jaunting vaunting vaulting assaulting trumpet telling