where else’s before me in bed. I didn’t did so, my intended, or was there in that sometime prestreet protown. Vainly violence, viru- lence and vituperation sought wellnigh utterly to attax and a- bridge, to derail and depontify, to enrate and inroad, to ongoad and unhume the great circle of the city of magnificent distances, good- walldabout, with talus and counterscarp and pale of sparkling ice, hear it swirl, happy girl! Not a sound, falling. Lispn! No wind no lovelinoise awound her swan’s. Hey, lass! Woefear gleam she so glooming, this pooripathete I solde.^ Her beauman’s gone of a stone, singularly illud, and on my lay. And the name of Ignotus Loquor, of foggy old, harangued bellyhooting fishdrunks on their