up and tightening down. Yes, you're changing, sonhusband, and | | 1 |
you're turning, I can feel you, for a daughterwife from the hills | | 2 |
again. Imlamaya. And she is coming. Swimming in my hindmoist. | | 3 |
Diveltaking on me tail. Just a whisk brisk sly spry spink spank | | 4 |
sprint of a thing theresomere, saultering. Saltarella come to her | | 5 |
own. I pity your oldself I was used to. Now a younger's there. | | 6 |
Try not to part! Be happy, dear ones! May I be wrong! For she'll | | 7 |
be sweet for you as I was sweet when I came down out of me | | 8 |
mother. My great blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud. | | 9 |
In peace and silence. I could have stayed up there for always only. | | 10 |
It's something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain | | 11 |
now if she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes. Anyway let her | | 12 |
rain for my time is come. I done me best when I was let. Think- | | 13 |
ing always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and | | 14 |
is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of | | 15 |
the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now | | 16 |
they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little | | 17 |
warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the | | 18 |
greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy | | 19 |
leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me | | 20 |
letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. I thought | | 21 |
you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. You're only | | 22 |
a bumpkin. I thought you the great in all things, in guilt and in | | 23 |
glory. You're but a puny. Home! My people were not their sort | | 24 |
out beyond there so far as I can. For all the bold and bad and | | 25 |
bleary they are blamed, the seahags. No! Nor for all our wild | | 26 |
dances in all their wild din. I can seen meself among them, alla- | | 27 |
niuvia pulchrabelled. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia, | | 28 |
when she would seize to my other breast! And what is she weird, | | 29 |
haughty Niluna, that she will snatch from my ownest hair! For | | 30 |
tis they are the stormies. Ho hang! Hang ho! And the clash of | | 31 |
our cries till we spring to be free. Auravoles, they says, never heed | | 32 |
of your name! But I'm loothing them that's here and all I lothe. | | 33 |
Loonely in me loneness. For all their faults. I am passing out. O | | 34 |
bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see. | | 35 |
Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's | | 36 |