Clutches to weary & arms to stealth away thy alms Not steal but (seath)sieve
Bedowing morning clapse on morning way side hills while voices murmur wind breaks on wall As click to click, like snow bal rose & trickle dow acquesent .... bell rings & neawly fonder toward... deeping in sights om in ~(re)prose, nay but a + condessed repression
tide bay thee wake &- glapse to horizon sun kist eye for there wed thee & make of what rebedded to bloom of this old wood