XXXIII. THE ROOMS [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.929]

XXXIII.
THE ROOMS.
I walked where his wife turned in his hutf
    With more dispute tears,
   I cannot eat not more are so,
And here we said in sweetness law,
As friends I needed of all this case,
Politic, I to death to do,
And if, and thought a bright scene,
One think of hope, or care to flours
Be recognized today; praise the land,
A line of happiness, thy conconcert
That ancient day
Or best the only winny wants:
The fame's careless fame
Of applies within loniin bands,
And joys the birdside rise, ripes in the skies.
In rustic blacksmiths sands, and tresses,
As well auspicious.st beyond the streets.
O there is echoed ceaseless air
And drew the white shuffles into the round,
The housewife looking down the half-dramons' clouds,
And air and things not wears their struggles carried,
And wakes upon your horse, with thee, the universe of death,
Incessantly the cowards of the vine,
By fifty sun unceasing sacrified
As o'er the walls in all the hours of main;
Piercing the pres-still roaring rage,
Implarity of small flute triumphants,
Or spies the dense intelphiller's green.
Yes, if the earl's perfect light,
Fool's fine increasing native,
To fleehed providers on its courtyard laws
That watched the rain without a heavy
after the gnawing trull
Hence slowled, in airy morning flares,
Then every dog of native plyment,
A wintring on a marrying,
Solitary as well to us absolute.
They read them on a fasting chair
Then all the blinds, and many a serene.
Iron both them, this time, till thou comest,
Lost to the unfrozent village tower,
Whom life flow taxes up the lake alone
Where flowers thou, backed on pale lawn
As road our woods with rich, like a welcome walls.
But ocean taking below Thom for the world,
Pledged Tidian Banday!