Lowly, longly a wail went forth. Pure Yawn lay low. ^|aIn On^a| the mead of the hillock he lay, the brief wallet by his side, one ^|ahand arm^a| still loosely on his staff of citron wood. briar. Dis Most distressfully (but, ^|aah my dear^a|, how successfully!) he wailed, his ^|agolden ^|brichlooking rippling quickrich ^|crippled riperippling^c|b|a| locks downflo unfilleted, his ^|alashful lashbetasselled^a| lids ^|aat on the b the verge of^a| closing time, and out of his ^|asidewaysopen sidewiseopen^a| mouth the breath of him, as ^|asweet as any languishing as the princeliest^a| golden syrup ^|ayou ^|bmoney a purse^b|a| could buy. Yawn in a semiswoon was wailing. And, ^|aO hooh!^a|, ^|ahis ^|bhow much honey unread what heaps of honeyfed^b|a| sweetness! ^|aO Phew!^a|, ^|athe piercing his earpiercing^a| dulcitude! As though you were to go and push ^|aa pin with your bluntproof pin ^|bin ^|ceach either^c| hand^b|a| into the ^|ahinterplush fleshplush ^|bcushionettes^b|a| of a chubby angeline ^|aangeleen unread ^|bangelboy unread ^|clovable^c| boybold love of an angel^b|a|.