Soft morning, city! Lsp!º I am leafyº speafing. Lpf!º Folty and folty all the nights have falledº on to long my hair. Not a sound, falling. Lispn!º No windº no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and then leaves. The woods are fond always. As were weº their babes in. And robins in crews so. It is for me goolden wending. Unless? Away! Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so long! Or is it only so mesleems? On your pondered palm. Reclined from cape to pede. With pipe on bowl. Terce for a fiddler, sixt for makmerriers, none for a Cole. Rise up now andº aruse! Norvena's over. I am leafyº, your goolden, so you called me, may me life, yea your goolden, silve me solve, exsogerraider! You did so drool. I was so sharm. But there's a great poet in you too. Stout Stokes would take you offly. So has he as bored me to slump. But am good and rested. Taks to you,º toddy, tan ye.º Yawhawaw. Helpunto min, helpas vin. Here is your shirt, the day one, come back. The stock, your collar. Also your double brogues. A comforter as well. And here your iverol and everthelest your
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umbr. And stand up tall!º Straight. I want to see you looking fine for me. With your brandnew big green belt and all. Blooming in the very lotust and second to nill, Budd! When you're in the buckly shuit Rosensharonals near did for you. Fiftyseven and three, cosh, with the bulge. Proudpurse Alby with his pooraroon Eireen,º they'll. Pride, comfytousness, enevy! You make me think of a wonderdecker I once. Or somebalt thet sailder, the man megallant,º with the bangled ears. Or an earl was he, at Lucan?º Or, no,º it's the Iren duke's I mean. Or somebreyº erse from the Dark Countries. Come and let us.º We always said we'd. And go abroad. Rathgreany way perhaps. The childher are still fast. There is no school today. Them boysº isº so contrairy. The Head does be worrying himself. Heel trouble and heal travel. Galliver and Gellover. Unless they changes by mistake. I seen the likes in the twinngling of an aye. Som. So oft. Sim. Time after time. The sehm asnuh.º Two bredder as doffered as nors in soun. When one of him sighs or one of him cries 'tis you all over. No peace at all. Maybe it's those two old crony aunts held them out to the water frontº. Queer Mrs Quickenough and odd Miss Doddpebble. And when them two has had a good few there isn't much more dirty clothes to publish. From the Laundersdale Minssions. One chap googling the holyboy's thingabib and this lad wetting his widdle. You were pleased as Punch, recitating war exploits and pearse orations to them jackeen gapers. But that night after, all you were wanton! Bidding me do this and that and the other. And blowing off to me,º hugly Judsys, what wouldn't you give to have a girl.º Your wish was mewill. And, lo, out of a sky!º The way I too. But her, you wait. Eager to choose is left to her shade.º If she had only more matcher's wit. Findlings makes runaways, runaways a stray. She's as merry as the gricks still. 'Twould be sore should leddenº sorrow. I'll wait. Andº I'll wait. And then if all goes. What will be is. Is is. But let them. Slopsº hospodch andº the slusky slut too.º He's for thee what she's for me. Dogging you round cove and haven and teaching me the perts of speech. If you spun your yarns to him on the swishbarque waves I was spellingº my yearns to her over cottage cake. We'll not disturb their sleeping
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duties. Let besoms be bosuns. It's Phoenix, dear. And the flame is, hear! Let's our joornee saintomichael make it. Since the lausafire has lost and the book of the depth is. Closed. Come!º Step out of your shell.º Hold up you free fing.º Yes. We've light enough. I won't take our laddy's lampern. For them four old windbags of Gustsofairy to be blowing at. Nor you your rucksunck. To bring all the dannymans out after you on the hike. Send Arctur guiddus! Isma! Sft! It is the softest morning that ever I can ever remember me. But she won't rain showerly, our Ilma. Yet. Until it's the time. And me and you have made our. The sons of bursters won in the games. Stillº I'll take me owld Finvara for my shawldersº. The trout will be so fine at brookfishtº. With a taste of roly polony from Blugpuddelsº after. To bring out the tang of the tay. Is't you fain for a roost brood? Oaxmealturnº, all out of the woolpalls! And then all the chippy young cuppinjars cluttering round us, clottering for their creams. Crying,º me, grownup sister! Are me not truly? Lst! Only but, theresº a but, you must buy me a fine new girdle too, nolly. When next you go to Market Norwallº. They're all saying I need it since the one from Isaacsen's slooped its line. Mrknrk? Fy arthou! Come!º Give me your great bearspaw, padder avilky, fol a miny tiny. Dola. Mineninecyhandsy,º inº the languoº of flows. That'sº Jorgen Jargonsen. But you understood, nodst? I always know by your brights and shades. Reach down. A lil mo. So. Drawº back your glave. Hot and hairy, hugon,º is your hand!º Here's where the falskin begins. Smoos as an infams. One time you told you'd been burnt in ice. And one time it was chemicalled after you taking a lifeness. Maybe that's why you hold your hodd as if. And people thinks you missed the scaffold. Of fell design. I'll close me eyes. So not to see. Or see only a youth in his florizel, a boy in innocence, peeling a twig, a child beside a weenywhite steed. The child we all love to place our hope in for ever. All men has done something. Be the time they've come to the weight of old fletch. We'll lave it. So. We will take our walk before in the timpul they ring the earthly bells. In the church by the hearseyard. Pax Goodmensº will. Or the birds start their treestirm shindy. Look, there are yours off, high on high! Andº
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cooshes, sweet good luck they're cawing you, Coole! You see, they're as white as the riven snae. For us. Next peatersº poll you will be elicted or I'm not your elicitous bribe. The Kinsella woman's man will never reduce me. A MacGarath O'Cullagh O'Muirk MacFewney sookadoodling and sweepacheeping round the lodge of Fjorn na Galla of the Trumpets! It's like potting the po to shambe on the dresser or tamming Uncle Tim's Caubeen on to the brows of a Viker Eagle. Not such big strides, huddy foddy! You'll crush me antilopes I saved so long for. They're Penisole's. And the two goodiest shoeshoes. It is hardly a Knut's mile or seven, possumbotts. It is very good for the health of a morning. With Buahbuah. A gentle motion all around. As leisure paces. And the helpyourselftoastrool cure's easy. It seemsº so long since, ages since. As if you had been long far away. Afartodays, afeartonights, and me as with youº in thadark. You will tell me some time if I can believe its all. You know where I am bringing you? You remember? When I ran berrying after hucks and haws. With you drawing out great aims to hazel me from the hummock with your sling. Ourº cries. I could lead you there and I still by you in bed. Les go dutc to Danegreven, nos? Not a soul but ourselves. Time? We have loads on our hangs. Till Gilligan and Halligan call again to hooligan. And the rest of the guns.º Sullygan eight, from left to right. Olobobo, ye foxy theagues! The moskors thought to ball you out. Or the Wald Unicornsº Master, Bugley Captain,º from the Naul, drawls up by the door with the Honourable Whilpº and the Reverend Poynterº and the two Lady Pagets of Tallyhaugh, Ballyhuntus, in their riddletight raiding hats for to lift a hereshealthº to their robost, the Stag, evers the Carlton hart. And you needn't host out with your duck and your duty, capapole,º while they reach him the glass he never starts to finish. Clap this wis on your poll and stick this in your ear, wiggly.º Beauties don't answer and the rich never pays. If you were the enlarged they'd hue in cry you,º Heathtown, Harbourstown, Snowtown, Four Knocks, Flemingtown, Bodingtown to the Ford of Fyne on Delvin. How they housed to house you after the Platonic garlens.º And all because,
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loosed in her reflexes, she seem she seen Ericoricori coricome huntsome with his three poach dogs aleashing him. But you came safe through. Enough of that horner corner! And old mutthergoosip! We might call on the Old Lord, what do you say? There's something tells me. He is a fine sport. Like the score and a moighty went before him. And a proper old promnentory. His door always open. For a newera's day. Much as your own is. You invoiced him last Eatster so he ought to give us hot cocklesº and everything. Remember to take off your white hat, ech? When we come in the presence. And say hoothoothoo, ithmuthisthy! His is house of laws. And I'll drop my graciast kertssey too. If the Ming Tung no go bo to me homage me hamage kow bow tow to the Mong Tang. Ceremonialness to stand lowest place be! Saying: What'll you take to link to light a pike on porpoise, plaise? He might knight you an Armor elsor daub you the first cheap magyerstrapeº. Remember Bomthomanew vim vam vom Hungerig. Hoteformº, chain and epolettes, botherbumbose. And I'll be your aural eyeness. But we vain. Plain fancies. It's inº the castles air. My currant bread's full of sillymottocraft. Aloof is anoofº. We can take or leave. He's reading his ruffs. You'll know our way from thereº surely.º Flura's way. Where once we led so many car couples have follied since. Clatchka! Giving Shaughnessy's mare the hillymount of her life. With her strulldeburgghers! Hnmn hnmn! The rollcky road adondering. We can sit us down on the heathery benn, me on you, in quolm unconsciounce. To scand the arising. Out from Drumleek. It was there Evora told me I had best. If I ever. When the moon of mourning is set and gone. Overº Glinaduna. Lonu nula. Ourselves, oursoulsº alone. At the site of salvocean. And watch would the letter you're wanting be comingº may be. And cast ashore. That I praysº for be mains of me draims. Scratching it and patching at with a prompt from aº primer. And what scrips of nutsnolleges I pecked up meº meself. Every letter is a hard but yours sure is the hardest crux ever. Hack an axe, hook an oxe, hath an anº, heth hith ences. But once done, dealt and delivered, tattat, you're on the map. Rasedº on traumscrapt from Maston,º Boss. After rounding his
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world of ancient days. Carried inº a caddy or screwed and corked. Onº his mugisstosstº surface. Withº a bob, bob, bottledby. Blob. When the waves give up yours the soil may for me. Sometime then,º somewhere there,º I wrote me hopes and buried the page when I heard Thyº voice, ruddery dunner, so loud that none but, and left it to lie till a kissmissº coming. So content me now. Lss. Unbuildº and be buildn our bankaloan cottage there and we'll cohabit respectable. The Gowans, ser, for Medem, me. With acute bubel runtoer for to pippup and gopeep where the sterres be. Just to see would we hear how Jove and the peers talk. Amid the soleness. Tilltopº, bigmaster! Scale the summit.º You're not so giddyº any more. All your graundplotting and the little it brought! Humps, when you hised usº and dumps, when you doused us! But sarra one of me cares a brambling ram, pomp porteryark! On limpidy marge I've made me hoom. Park and a pub for me. Only don't start your stuntsº of Donachie's yeards agoad again.º I could guessp to her name who tuckt you that one, tufnut!º Bold bet backwords. For the lovesº of sinfintins! Before the naked universe. And the bailby pleasemarm rincing his eye! One of these fine days, lewdy cullerº, you must redoform again. Blessed shield Martin! Softly so. I am so exquisitely pleased about the loveleavest dress I have. You will always call me Leafiest, won't you, dowling? Wordherfhullº Ohldhbhoy! And you won't urbjunk to me parafume, oiled of kolooneyº, with a spot of marashy. Sm! It's Alpineº Smile from Yesthersº late Yhesters. I'm in everywince nasturtls. Even in Houlth's nose. Medeurscodeignus! Astale of astoun. Grandº owldº marauder! Ifº I knew who you are! When that hark from the air said it was Captain Finsen makes cumhulments and was mayit pressing for his suit I said are you there here's nobody here only me. But I near fell off the pile of samples. As if your tinger winged ting to me hear. Is that right what your brothermilk in Bray bes telling the district you were bragged up by Brostal because your parents would be always tumbling into his foulplace and losingº her pentacosts after drinking their pledges? Howsomendeavour, you done me fine!º The only man was ever known could eat the crushtsº of lobsters. Our native
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night when you twicetook me for some Marienne Sherry and then your Jermyn cousin who signs hers with exes and the beardwig I found in your Clarksome bag. Pharaopsº you'll play you're the king of Aeships. You certainly make the most royal of noises. I will tell you all sorts of makeup things, strangerous. Andº show you to every simple storyplace we pass. Cadmillersfolly, Bellevenue, Wellcrom, Quid Superabit, villitiesº valleties. Change the plates for the next course of murphies.º Spendlove's still there and the canonº going strong and so is Claffey's habits endurtaking and our parish pomp's a great warrent. But you'll have to ask that same four that named themº is always snugging in your barsalooner, saying they're the best relicts of Conal O'Daniel and writing Finglas sinceº the Flood. That'll be some kingly work in progress. But it's byº this route he'll come some morrow.º And I can signal you all flint and fern are rasstling as we go by. And you'll sing thumb a bit and then wise your selmon on it. It is all so often and still the same to me. Snf? Only turf, wick dear.º Clane turf. You've never forgoddenº batt on tarf, have you, at broin burroow, what? Mch? Why, them's the muchroomsº, come up during the night. Look, agres of roofs in parshes. Dom on dam, dim in dym. And a capital part for olympics to ply at. Steadyon, Cooloosus! Mind your stride or you'll knock. While I'm dodging the dustbins. Look what I found! A lintil pea. And look at here! This cara weeseed. Pretty mites, my sweetthings, was they poorloves abandoned by wholawidey world? Neighboulotts for newtown. The Eblanamagna you behazyheld loomening up out of the dumblynass. But the still sama sitta. I've lapped so long. As you said. It fair takes. If I lose my breath for a minute or two don't speak, remember.º Once it happened, so it mayº again. Why I'm all these years within years in soffran, allbeleaved. To hide away the tear, the parted. It's thinking of all. The brave that gave their. The fair that wore. All them that's gunne. I'll begin again in a jiffey. The nik of a nad. How glad you'll be I waked you!º My! How well you'll feel!º For ever after. First we turn by the vagurin here and then it's gooder. So side by side,º turn agateº, weddingtown,º laudº men of Londub!º I only hope whole the heavens sees
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us. For I feel I could near to faint away. Into the deeps. Annamores leep. Let me lean, just a lea, if you le, bowldstrong bigtider. Allgearls is wea. At times. So. While you're adamant evar. Wrhps, that wind as if out of norewere! As on the night of the Apophanypes. Jumpst shootst throbbst into me mouth like a bogue and arrohs.º Ludegude of the Lashlanns, how he whips me cheeks!º Sea, sea! Here,º weir, reach, island, bridge. Where you meet I. The day. Remember!º Why there that moment and us two only? I was but teen, a tiler's dot. The swankysuits was boosting always, sure him,º he was like to me fad. But the swaggerest swell off Shackvulle Strutt. And the fiercest freaky ever followed a pining child round the sluppery table with a forkful of fat. But a king of whistlers. Scieoula! When he'd prop me atlas against his goose and light our two candles for our singers duohs on the sewingmachine. I'm sure he squirted juice in his eyes to make them flash for flightening me. Still and all he was awful fond to me. Who'll search for Find Me Colours now on the hillydroops of Vikloefells? But I read in Tobecontinued's tale that while blubles blows there'll still be sealskers. There'll be others but nonº so for me. Yed he never knew we seen us before. Night after night. So that I longed to go to. And still with all. One time you'd stand fornenst me, fairly laughing, in your bark and tan billows of branches for to fan me coolly. And I'd lie as quiet as a moss. And one time you'd rush upon me, darkly roaring, like a great black shadowº with a sheeny stare to perce me rawly. And I'd frozen up and pray for thawe. Three times in all. I was the pet of everyone then. A princeable girl. And you were the pantymammy's Vulking Corsergoth. The invision of Indelond. And,º by Thorror, you looked it! My lips went livid for from the joy of fear. Like almost now. How? How you said how you'd give me the keys of me heart. And we'd be married till delth to uspart. And though dev do espart. O mine! Only, no, now it's me who's got to give. As duv herself div. Inn this linn. And can it be it's nnow fforvell? Illas! I wisht I had better glancesº to peer to you through this baylight's growing. But you're changing, acoolsha, you're changing from me, I can feel. Or is it me is? I'm getting mixed. Brightening
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up and tightening down. Yes, you're changing, sonhusband, and you're turning, I can feel you, for a daughterwife from the hills again. Imlamaya. And she is coming. Swimming in myº hindmoist. Diveltaking on me tail. Just a whisk brisk sly spry spink spank sprint of a thing theresomere, saultering. Saltarella come to her own. I pity your oldself I was used to. Now a younger's there. Try not to part.º Be happy, dear ones!º May I be wrong! For she'll be sweet for you as I was sweet when I came down out of me mother. My greatº blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud. In peace and silence. I could have stayed up there for always only. It's something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain now if she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes. Anyway let her rain for my time is come. I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. I thought you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. You're only a bumpkin. I thought you the great in all things, in guilt and in glory. You're but a puny. Home! My people were not their sort out beyond there so far as I can. For all the bold and bad and bleary they are blamed, the seahags. No! Nor for all our wild dances in all their wild din. I can seenº meself among them, allaniuvia pulchrabelled. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia, when she would seize to my other breast! And what is she weird, haughty Niluna, that she will snatchº from my ownest hair! For 'tis they are the stormies. Ho hang! Hang ho! And the clash of our cries till we spring to be free. Auravoles, they says, never heed of your name! But I'm loothing them that's here and all I lothe. Loonely in me loneness. For all their faults. I am passing out. Oº bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's
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sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father, my cold mad feary father, till theº near sight of the mere size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them rising! Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more. Onetwo moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morningº ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair.º If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels,º I sink I'd die down over his feet, humblyº dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish!º A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlheeº, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone º a last a loved a long the

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