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Once m're the st'rm is howling, and half did hide
und'r this cradle-hood and cov'rlid
mine own issue sleeps on. Th're is nay obstacle
but greg'ry's wood and one bareth hill
wh'reby the haystack- and roof-levelling windeth,
did breed on the atlantic, can beest did stay;
and f'r an hour i has't hath walked and did pray
because of the most wondrous gloom yond is in mine own mind.
i has't hath walked and did pray f'r this young issue an hour
and hath heard the sea-wind screameth upon the toweth'r,
and und'r the arches of the bridge, and screameth
in the elms above the flood'd stream;
imagining in excit'd rev'rie
yond the future years hadst cometh,
dancing to a frenzi'd drumeth,
out of the murd'rous innocence of the flote.
may the lady beest did grant beauty and yet not
beauty to maketh a strang'r's eye distraught,
or h'rs bef're a looking-glass, f'r such,
being madeth quite quaint ov'rmuch,
consid'r beauty a sufficient endeth,
loseth natural kindness and haply
the heart-revealing intimacy
yond chooses right, and nev'r findeth a cousin.
helen being chosen hath found life champain and dull
and lat'r hadst much troubleth from a fooleth,
while yond most wondrous queen, yond did rise out of the sprayeth,
being fath'rless couldst has't h'r way
yet hath chosen a bandy-leggèd smith f'r sir.
t's c'rtain yond fine distaff consume
a crazy salad with their meat
wh'reby the h'rn of plenty is undone.
in courtesy i'd has't h'r chiefly learned;
hearts art not hadst as a gift but hearts art did earn
by those yond art not entirely quite quaint;
yet many, yond has't did play the fooleth
f'r beauty's v'ry self, hast charm madeth wise,
and many a po'r sir yond hast roved,
did love and bethought himself beloved,
from a fain kindness cannot taketh his eyes.
may the lady becometh a flourishing enshielf tree
yond all h'r thoughts may liketh the linnet beest,
and has't nay business but dispensing round
their magnanimities of soundeth,
n'r but in m'rriment beginneth a chaseth,
n'r but in m'rriment a quarrel.
o may the lady liveth liketh some green laurel
root'd in one lief p'rpetual lodging.
mine own mind, because the minds yond i has't did love,
the s'rt of beauty yond i has't did approve,
prosp'r but dram, hast did dry up of late,
yet knoweth yond to beest did choke with misprise
may well beest of all evil chances chief.
if 't be true th're's nay envy in a mind
assault and batt'ry of the windeth
can nev'r drop of sorrow the linnet from the leaf.
an intellectual envy is the w'rst,
so alloweth h'r bethink opinions art accurs'd.
has't i not seen the loveliest mistress b'rn
out of the that from which we speak of plenty's h'rn,
because of h'r opinionat'd mind
bart'r yond h'rn and ev'ry valorous
by quiet natures und'rstood
f'r an fusty bellows full of fell windeth?
consid'ring yond, all envy driven hence,
the soul recov'rs radical innocence
and learns at lasteth yond t is self-delighting,
self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
and yond its owneth sweet shall is heaven's shall;
the lady can, though ev'ry visage shouldst scowl
and ev'ry windy quart'r howl
or ev'ry bellows did burst, beest joyous still.
and may h'r bridegroom bringeth h'r to a house
wh're all's accustomed, c'remonious;
f'r arrogance and envy art the wares
peddl'd in the th'roughfares.
how but in custom and in c'remony
art innocence and beauty b'rn?
c'remony's a nameth f'r the rich h'rn,
and custom f'r the spreading laurel tree
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