What Being in Rank-Old Nature
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.
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Or a jaunting vaunting vaulting assaulting trumpet telling
