| night by silentsailing night while infantina Isobel (who will be | 1 |
| blushing all day to be, when she growed up one Sunday, | 2 |
| Saint Holy and Saint Ivory, when she took the veil, the | 3 |
| beautiful presentation nun, so barely twenty, in her pure coif, | 4 |
| sister Isobel, and next Sunday, Mistlemas, when she looked | 5 |
| a peach, the beautiful Samaritan, still as beautiful and still | 6 |
| in her teens, nurse Saintette Isabelle, with stiffstarched cuffs but | 7 |
| on Holiday, Christmas, Easter mornings when she wore a wreath, | 8 |
| the wonderful widow of eighteen springs, Madame Isa Veuve La | 9 |
| Belle, so sad but lucksome in her boyblue's long black with | 10 |
| orange blossoming weeper's veil) for she was the only girl they | 11 |
| loved, as she is the queenly pearl you prize, because of the way | 12 |
| the night that first we met she is bound to be, methinks, and not | 13 |
| in vain, the darling of my heart, sleeping in her april cot, within | 14 |
| her singachamer, with her greengageflavoured candywhistle | 15 |
| duetted to the crazyquilt, Isobel, she is so pretty, truth to tell, | 16 |
| wildwood's eyes and primarose hair, quietly, all the woods so | 17 |
| wild, in mauves of moss and daphnedews, how all so still she lay, | 18 |
| neath of the whitethorn, child of tree, like some losthappy leaf, | 19 |
| like blowing flower stilled, as fain would she anon, for soon again | 20 |
| 'twill be, win me, woo me, wed me, ah weary me! deeply, now | 21 |
| evencalm lay sleeping; | 22 |
| nowth upon nacht, while in his tumbril Wachtman Havelook | 23 |
| seequeerscenes, from yonsides of the choppy, punkt by his | 24 |
| curserbog, went long the grassgross bumpinstrass that henders | 25 |
| the pubbel to pass, stowing his bottle in a hole for at whet his | 26 |
| whuskle to stretch ecrooksman, sequestering for lovers' lost pro- | 27 |
| pertied offices the leavethings from allpurgers' night, og gneiss | 28 |
| ogas gnasty, kikkers, brillers, knappers and bands, handsboon | 29 |
| and strumpers, sminkysticks and eddiketsflaskers; | 30 |
| wan fine night and the next fine night and last find night while | 31 |
| Kothereen the Slop in her native's chambercushy, with dreamings | 32 |
| of simmering my veal astore, was basquing to her pillasleep how | 33 |
| she thawght a knogg came to the dowanstairs dour at that howr | 34 |
| to peirce the yare and dowandshe went, schritt be schratt, to see | 35 |
| was it Schweeps's mingerals or Shuhorn the posth with a tilly- | 36 |