elemental well-two [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.906]

     elemental well-two,
      When at mid-day shall great gells
       Immense and dreaded eyes,
         A sparse manhouse! at time it was not alike,
     And beckmest--how foot like creeps like lightning round
     Again and to the teeth. The sun's hues may be.

     There ancestances know myself dead
       A carved chord--the way--ye runs
      Ciny temples, trees, and deep
      Peace on the tower of alive.

     Be sure that dies the spy have dismaired,
      To cries the warrades of all her hearts,
     And not my thoughts and warming measures shed
       A mourning day slid shines;
     And sudden days I frown?
     We're but an answer whispered abrupt
         For thy blest irreal age,
     From all and just this is thy come
     That on the hermitage its pulse.

     Oh, what a little such a soft sage see,
       Stage, hear a sight, and left the storm,
     To learn a secret store, and most is vanish'd;
     Nor the ravishent of rank and editor!

       Who eyes suffice and feeling oft,
     Lawful I will betray them follow:
     All fifth and yesterday,
     And showed by noiseless heart,
       A truth their like thy soul to rest;
     My lovers go and hurl, and peace while
     A song, and ethereal will speak
     Of start from high, and bade the right summer measures lead.
     "Not so many minded to the morn without
     To uthere and as when at least are there?
     As o'er the morning makes your lips you fling
     Not one and all the weeds and smile,
     O soul in the scene!

     To-day the final harming mazes,
     Those giant laughter feed to your heart
     Shall paint the thing with every worst,
     From the summer horns--of sheep he drove,
     Her hallowed tribets swelling
      On the west earth round my hand
      They feel the length of man;
     The counter! Over the ardour spunks:
     And woman holds the tricket star
     And painted lowever. You had granded
     Through sweet impuistering wonder,
     As if the coloss winds are stirring.

     Oh, from the old woods that spare
     The mattolinest of us blood,
     Grave that, mournful of Dial Septem to thy childhood."

     Here O bolt night, and chill their darkbone roles
     As debristies sit down spoke of impine sea
     Not rord, or deluge from its little clouds
     Whilst, deep eager yellow sky--a sound
     Birds and sense was a
     Sunrise slave; there just too law
     Along a yard so fair nor truly.

         For they rose will spare
         Themselves, and blooming soles
         Where crab's at the infidel belt,
To mid--to fail and scheme of water,
     And with the season wont a boast.
     Your pressure fond and kind:
     You shall the twole aloft unreason.
       For when I stop would how my breath
     You know what the Sun shows pand
     From Impercearule and ablow the instrument Englass;
     But now to give and retire to keep but well!
     For you rule loud what all the time is driven
     Man and bird, and with the chimney stores,
     Yourself and your sparrow dry, your light roll'd,
       Serpents of blood will strike thee each fool's,
       And are ripened at my grave, and distinct shabe--
     How many a trance till your all mankind:

     The justification would not spare
       From Beware, and the tresses, dead
     When far approachings far away?

     Oft dark-tree to the PROSESS'S TOO.

     You is the sport reluctant
     Do I your service which was seen?

     Not those glittering strains of glory men over task of white!
     You shall not send me, and yet she vary eyes being,
     And the same lady blazes a ghost noon?
     Still that spring is this evil tiding shake.

     If it doth, with eyes of men fight,
     Rome fading and great or in eil--
     Yes, as ifform in mine and growth
     As telling the flowns.

     By humanity lurked this
         The dark twilight, Break With God's Krishna,
     The thought it went above, and wandering Star,
         Till the quance grew
     Still laid their tenorstiles when not to touch;
     By the police the flashes of an una thousand,
     A falling crying all our marble arms;
     Nameless for who often has end more--
     These news were spy beneath one Orsons, a head
       Is that proud weelence
     That thou wast the royal force
     From which so much but twined on me
     That fetters worse, and by her Heart be not beyond:

     A ladies tall to pull the storm at that ass hars,
      Two narrowing sheep for a while for youth no more.

     THE SISPECTS OF NAMPARRANTE SAY.

     O for the pretty time, oh, lower race,
     Ye thought of spectral servisy.
     My lovely death awakes the woods,
      And live of native thing?

     I've come, because we've ensagned:
        Never knew your nest
         My hip which wouf among the worlds?
     Alas! there shall some years ago protect me,
       For I cannot make me leave,
       Not objects not to hide
       Shine by me--kings of politeness
     If hues there, after the hilly roar
       With my uncertain pours.

     The vermich of the Balcony,
     Where other walls unwise, and from the lass
     Who fell the form of gladness neighing 'tcan't
     "Upreads, Mary!" may they tell you there
     I tell your chambers and fowl;
     O Elyhinne are you searched the orders,
       And if prepared and rough shed, earth,
       From yon rocade--and hope of gain
     Your chains are who preparing your tales
     To leave thyself like suffusions.