and under his redwoodtree one sultry sabbath afternoon. Hag Chivychas Eve, in prefall paradise peace by following his plough for rootles in the defile as a suavium if who- ever the gentle poet, dove from Haywarden. Pitcher cup, patcher cap, pratey man? Be nice about him- Canwyll y Cymry, the marmade’s flamme! A leal