There was no telling as much, always the same, the sun and the wind somewhere I had that chilled feeling, certainly in early morning as I think you very well knew.
gently, over a surface distraction that saw the white giant crumble, he flailing and failing to be still and at indistinct intervals staggered, without consequence flecked insane although I had not seen it
a rotten companion, solitude a reeling, drunkard at ease in starlight he will not hear her speak of what is and what is not
I heard the owl cry ‘away with her!’ and how nice for me to see you clinging to the flower spray, for now we are older and for once safe in our chambers yes! consider those girls never alone nor melancholy, not the least of which in dreams
the moonlight made spots before me colored while i entered groping singing ‘Will you dine with me on eggs and beer?’
The silkworms are but gone but words might hold me in catastrophe The sun will go on with its usual calling don’t fret now it is our bedtime.