| sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold
mad | 1 |
| father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the
mere | 2 |
| size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes
me | 3 |
| seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see
them | 4 |
| rising! Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more.
Onetwo | 5 |
| moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from
me. | 6 |
| All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of.
Lff! | 7 |
| So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like
you | 8 |
| done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me
now | 9 |
| under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink | 10 |
| I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, | 11 |
| tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush | 12 |
| to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us | 13 |
| then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thous- | 14 |
| endsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a | 15 |
| long the | 16 |
| PARIS, | 17 |
| 1922-1939. | 18 |