Thy mother kisses an infant curl.。，Then thou with thy furies outgrown,
In structures vowed to permanence:-。，
In a field where the forefather print of the hoof。，Solely for loveliness? Nested warm,
Off to their Phrygia, shriek and gong,。，O a bird stripped of feather, a fish clipped of fin!
Of the world can be read, by necessity urged.。，For that she could not, save in fury, hear
In his glory of banquet strip him bare,。，Earth's wheaten of wisdom dispensed in the rough,
As the coin of thy purse poured out:。，A cruel corner lengthens up thy lips;
。，But manful has met it, manful will meet.
Accept the throb for lord of us;。，And scan him: the features inspect
Desiring affairs to be left as they are.。，The plural warm round us; ourself in the thick,
It were well for thy system to sermonize.。，Then when it worked for the birth of a star
As on puffs of a wind at whirl,。，Remember that well, for the secret with some,
Our season of drought is reminder rude:-。，With her witch-whisper o'er ruins, in reeds,
Electrical sparks between their dry thatch。，They see but the fish they attract,
The sifter of spirit from dust.。，Let the cock crow and ruddy morn
And thou com'st on a saving fact,。，And but for thy straight finger at the yoke,
He points to the God on the upmost throne:。，Haply with visage of the lily flower.
，Pipe to thee clear from the Empty Purse,。，Are those to eject the Infernal, who heaps