Once more torm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My cacle
But Gregorys wood and one bare hill
ack- and roof-levelling wind,
Bred on tlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of t gloom t is in my mind.
I his young child an hour
And ower,
And under the bridge, and scream
In tream;
Imagining in excited reverie
t ture years had come,
Dancing to a frenzied drum,
Out of the sea.
May sed beauty and yet not
Beauty to make a strangers eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness and maybe
t-revealing intimacy
t c, and never find a friend.
and dull
And later rouble from a fool,
great Queen, t rose out of the spray,
Being fatherless could have her way
Yet ch for man.
Its certain t fine
A crazy salad
y is undone.
In courtesy Id have her chiefly learned;
s are not but s are earned
By t are not entirely beautiful;
Yet many, t he fool
For beautys very self, has charm made wise,
And many a poor man t has roved,
Loved and t himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
May sree
t all s may like t be,
And dispensing round
ties of sound,
Nor but in merriment begin a chase,
Nor but in merriment a quarrel.
O may she live like some green laurel
Rooted in one dear perpetual place.
My mind, because t I have loved,
t of beauty t I have approved,
Prosper but little, e,
Yet kno to be ce
May well be of all evil chances chief.
If tred in a mind
Assault and battery of the wind
Can never tear t from the leaf.
An intellectual red is t,
So let hink opinions are accursed.
seen t woman born
Out of tys horn,
Because of ed mind
Barter t horn and every good
By quiet natures understood
For an old bellows full of angry wind?
Considering t, all red driven hence,
the soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last t it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And t its o will is heavens will;
Shough every face should scowl
And every er howl
Or every bello, be ill.
And may o a house
omed, ceremonious;
For arrogance and red are the wares
Peddled in thoroughfares.
in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
Ceremonys a name for the rich horn,
And custom for tree.