Hail him heathen, heal him holystone! | 1 |
| Courser, Recourser, Changechild .............. | 2 |
| Eld es endall, earth .....................? | 3 |
A cataleptic mithyphallic! Was this Totem Fulcrum Est | 4 |
| Ancestor yu hald in Dies Eirae where no spider webbeth or | 5 |
| Anno Mundi ere bawds plied in Skiffstrait? Be fair, Chris! | 6 |
Dream. Ona nonday I sleep. I dreamt of a somday. Of a | 7 |
| wonday I shall wake. Ah! May he have now of here fearfilled | 8 |
| me! Sinflowed, O sinflowed! Fia! Fia! Befurcht christ! | 9 |
I have your tristich now; it recurs in three times the same | 10 |
| differently (there is such a fui fui story which obtains of him): | 11 |
| comming nown from the asphalt to the concrete, from the human | 12 |
| historic brute, Finnsen Faynean, occeanyclived, to this same | 13 |
| vulganized hillsir from yours, Mr Tupling Toun of Morning | 14 |
| de Heights,with his lavast flow and his rambling undergroands, | 15 |
| would he reoccur Ad Horam, as old Romeo Rogers, in city or | 16 |
| county, and your sure ob, or by, with or from an urb, of you | 17 |
| know the differenciabus, as brauchbarred in apabhramsa, sierrah! | 18 |
| We speak of Gun, the farther. And in the locative. Bap! Bap! | 19 |
Ouer Tad, Hellig Babbau, whom certayn orbits assertant | 20 |
| re humeplace of Chivitats Ei, Smithwick, Rhonnda, Kaledon, | 21 |
| Salem (Mass), Childers, Argos and Duthless. Well, I am advised | 22 |
| he might in a sense be both nevertheless, every at man like my- | 23 |
| self, suffix it to say, Abrahamsk and Brookbear! By him it was | 24 |
| done bapka, by me it was gone into, to whom it will beblive, | 25 |
| Mushame, Mushame! I am afraid you could not heave ahore one | 26 |
| of your own old stepstones, barnabarnabarn, over a stumble- | 27 |
| down wall here in Huddlestown to this classic Noctuber night | 28 |
| but itandthey woule binge, much as vecious, off the dosshouse | 29 |
| back of a racerider in his truetoflesh colours, either handicapped | 30 |
| on her flat or barely repeating himself. That is a tiptip tim oldy | 31 |
| faher now the man I go in fear of, Tommy Terracotta, and he | 32 |
| could be all your and my das, the brodar of the founder of the | 33 |
| father of the finder of the pfander of the pfunder of the furst man | 34 |
| in Ranelagh, fué fué Petries and violet ice (I am yam, as Me | 35 |
| and Tam Tower used to jagger pemmer it, over at the house of | 36 |