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From the healthy breath of moon
Far from the fire y noon that eaves one star said
Greyhead satatton quiet as a stone still as the silence round about his layer
Forest on forest
Hung about his head
Like cloud on cloud no std of air was there not so much life is on a summer's day robs not one light seed from the feather grgrass
Where where the dely fell there did it rest a stream went voiceless by still didn't more by reason of his foreign divinity spreading a shade
Then i admit her reads
Pressed her cold finger closer to her lips along the margin sand large footmarks went no further than to where his feet had straied and slept there since upon the sudden ground
His old right hand lay nervelless
Listless dead uncepted
And his rildless eyes were closed
While his bowdhead seemed listening to the earth
His ancient mother for some comfort yet it seemed no force could wake him from his place
But there came one who with a kindred hand touched his wide shoulders after penending with reverence though to one who knew it not she was a goddess of the infant world
By her in stature
The tul lamazon had stood a pigmy's height
She would obtain a kilies by the hair and bent his neck
Or with a finger stayed exyon's wheel
Her face was largest that of menthi's sinks petestol happily in a palace court
When sages looked to egypt for their law
But oh
How unlike marble was that face how beautiful
If sorrow had not made sorrow more beautiful than beauty
Self there was a listening fear in her regard
As if calamity had not begun
As if the vanwood clouds of evil days had spent their malice and the sallon riar was with its storted thunder labororing up one hand
She pressed upon that taking spot
Where beats the human heart
As if just there though an immortal she felt cruel pain the other upon satts bended neck she laid until the level of his year leaning with parted lips
Some words
She speain solemn tenner and deep organ tone
Some morning words
Which in our feedble tongue would come in these like accents
Oh
How filed to that large utterance of the early godds saturn look up though wareful polking
I have no comfort for the no not one
I cannot say a warefor sleepest out for heaven is parted from me
And the earth knows they not that's afflicted for a god
An ocean too with all its solemn noise has from their sector past
And all the air is empty of vine horrii majesty
That thunder conscious of the new command rumbles reluctant on our foreign house
And i sharp lightning in unpractice hands
Scortches burburare ononce rean domain
Oh
Eighing time
Oh
Moments biggest years
Or as you pass swell out the monstrous truth and press it so upon our weary griefs that unbelieve has not a space to breathe satton sleep on
Oh
Thought as why did i just violate that slumber ous solitude
Why should i open that melancholy eyes saturn sleep on
While let defeet i whip
From the healthy breath of moon
Far from the fire y noon that eaves one star said
Greyhead satatton quiet as a stone still as the silence round about his layer
Forest on forest
Hung about his head
Like cloud on cloud no std of air was there not so much life is on a summer's day robs not one light seed from the feather grgrass
Where where the dely fell there did it rest a stream went voiceless by still didn't more by reason of his foreign divinity spreading a shade
Then i admit her reads
Pressed her cold finger closer to her lips along the margin sand large footmarks went no further than to where his feet had straied and slept there since upon the sudden ground
His old right hand lay nervelless
Listless dead uncepted
And his rildless eyes were closed
While his bowdhead seemed listening to the earth
His ancient mother for some comfort yet it seemed no force could wake him from his place
But there came one who with a kindred hand touched his wide shoulders after penending with reverence though to one who knew it not she was a goddess of the infant world
By her in stature
The tul lamazon had stood a pigmy's height
She would obtain a kilies by the hair and bent his neck
Or with a finger stayed exyon's wheel
Her face was largest that of menthi's sinks petestol happily in a palace court
When sages looked to egypt for their law
But oh
How unlike marble was that face how beautiful
If sorrow had not made sorrow more beautiful than beauty
Self there was a listening fear in her regard
As if calamity had not begun
As if the vanwood clouds of evil days had spent their malice and the sallon riar was with its storted thunder labororing up one hand
She pressed upon that taking spot
Where beats the human heart
As if just there though an immortal she felt cruel pain the other upon satts bended neck she laid until the level of his year leaning with parted lips
Some words
She speain solemn tenner and deep organ tone
Some morning words
Which in our feedble tongue would come in these like accents
Oh
How filed to that large utterance of the early godds saturn look up though wareful polking
I have no comfort for the no not one
I cannot say a warefor sleepest out for heaven is parted from me
And the earth knows they not that's afflicted for a god
An ocean too with all its solemn noise has from their sector past
And all the air is empty of vine horrii majesty
That thunder conscious of the new command rumbles reluctant on our foreign house
And i sharp lightning in unpractice hands
Scortches burburare ononce rean domain
Oh
Eighing time
Oh
Moments biggest years
Or as you pass swell out the monstrous truth and press it so upon our weary griefs that unbelieve has not a space to breathe satton sleep on
Oh
Thought as why did i just violate that slumber ous solitude
Why should i open that melancholy eyes saturn sleep on
While let defeet i whip
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