The us

Us nest fine.

Morning, and as sun is born.

A kind of cold.

Grown unfit.

Beside the bed.

When the catalpa.

Standuing white.

Bare evening at.

Wheein the brae is bom, g'wen dies 6- ay is made captive ofthems.

And g'wen were smaller.

hers head went side to side.

- Hard awake and brae.

Why so noiseful.

Brae, stay here, the branch.

What never were mine.

Put with hthe odd.

Had labor and more.

At night a milk-bowl.

Down low in the fields.

Days and days again.

From meat thems went.

Arose to lower talk.

A smoke struck high.

From dirt, a stir.

Froze by winter blast.

By hardening light.

Where us stept.

From branch shaked out.

When one who eats.

Days, and the sea turned windward.

When found him under.

The early day.

Waked by wind, sea talk.

Strapped to plow.

Eaten soft by water.

Curling, winding, stem.

Weather brough redder bernes.

Who put ther, water.

Against the sky.

The us came slowly.

Greb and ay were fast to rise.

Taste of cold came in.

Rain made me here.

Such comfort qas were.

Crawls on mine cloth.

Day broke sky.

To this cold.

In spring ay am.

Lifted like a brae.

Ay were alive.

And night, ay saw him.