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 lo shining flowers upon  󰋀󰂔󰯽󰋡󱉽󰆭󰛈󰦮󰹁󰕂󰀅󰩬󰼌󰦥󰻑󰳾󰢫󰌏󰫎󰒩󰫐󰠰󰭵󰚼󰮝󰑟󰒝󱂯󰪒󰄆󰝚󰄍󱋬󱋮󰤰󰒶󰇩󰖨󰡓󰴨󰑕󱌌󰹶󰐭󰈨󰉬󱊁󰰔󱄶󰊷󰛼󰂓󰕻󰽥󰔈󰟙󰠰󰭵󰚼󰐺󰛂󰫳󰺉󰔳󰇰󰒌󰄕󰱍󱃿󰘜󰁹󱄔󰌈󰠅󰊜󱋈󱅢󰵞󱀹󰁀󰼝󰮵󰳳󰃇󰆨󰀊󰠋󱉵  winter draws when all the  󰿭󰹶󰅾󰹼󱄞󰖕󰖿󱂳󰃉󰙜󰿷󰘚󰛑󱀅󱌯󰬂󰴕󰙆󰆤󰬉󰜄󰶕󰃃󰝑󱅢󰤶󰮒󰉢󰻠󰁜󰙧󰚫󰬋󰚪󰠗󰑿󱅄󰝶󰀎󰫂󰕾󰸚󰁄󰴤󱋔󰳛󰰞󰂱󱉺󰐤󰡴󰉴󰀵󰷶󰽜󱋽󰀈󰆁󰂬󰡅󰹁  woods are still when  󰋸󰂞󱌌󰅾󰹼󱄞󰖕󰖿󰯡󰯙󰇯󰓔󰒕󰲉󰛡󰺙󰅽󱅅󰤲󰄑󱂪󰢥󱂤󰽑󰼤󰮌󰵐󰧮󰖉󰂞󰐭󰄹󰪐󰙈󰭆󱅁󰝸󰲫󱍠󰎼󰽯󰕞󰚭󰫝󰍳  in the frozen  󱋓󰽕󰷑󰕝󱅋󰮨󱂔󰓞󰤍󰶫󰲗󰿨󰠫󰿭󰳞󰔟󰉺󰮗󰝻󰁜󰻔󰙧󰞗󰀟󰂝󰵗󰬋󰈏󰖈󱂹󰒊󰥗󰗦󰕾󰸚󰁄󱍾󰈖󱌶󰓫󰈙󱆁󰶀󰦭󰖆󰴖󱀭󰰞󰂱󰁼󰚮󰳾󰣠󰯾󰹏󰃏󰡉󱊀󱇵󰒗󰮸󰐟󰩣󰩗󰣠󰯾󰹏󰩳󰃏󰭢󰬠󰿝󰢲󱍦󰧿󰼳󰘭󰒳󱀹  is whelmed in mire

 󰿯󰡂󰔷󱉰󰎒󰈌󰁋󰪻󰢺󱌼󰃥󰋢󰖖󰤠󰞰󰯺󰨽󰿊󰆇󱈌󰙳󰆓󱅄󰴼󰙳󰚪󰴼󰙳󰺜󰠗󰙳󰴶󰃼󱆎󰬾󰂫󱆛󱊯󰎁󰴆󰔽󰁅󰸝󰙅󱉏󰤄󰀇󰰎󰨭󰺻󰀲󰕘󰜗󰥠󰙏󰕲󰹖󰋔󰿥󰎈󱅻󰥡󰟶󱆓󰛤󰓀󰄨󰭚󰆮󰞩󰒺󰨯󰱢󰐺󰍑󰢼󱁝󰢁󱊠󰋀  my window-pane the silver pencil of the  󱉪󰕁󰩬󰼌󰇰󱀔󰍾󰃀󰜦󰦬󰞷󰽥󰮌󰾲󰯩󰕈󰔨󰲵󰡹󰻋󰓞󰹩󰉠󰈘󰠫󰿭󰉭󰔟󰉺󰮗󰻠󰁜󰻔󰸃󰁈󰈾󰌣󰘤󰬆󰃖󰲏󰮦󰲛󱅄󰅋󰎜󰍊󰉆󱋌󰆚󰪓󰪴󰣟󰓫󰈙󱆁󰶀󰦭󰖆󱅀󱀭󰶹󰴨󰑕󰖉  snowy hill and the bare  󰹁󱉪󰕂󰂐󱂸󰞵󰄋󰦸󰛉󰮩󰀠󰁃󰭚󰋰󰽑󰖸󰼤󰮌󰵐󰧮󰖉󱌌󰹶󰅾󰐼󰱺󰳇󰁨󰙫󰢒󰬉󰜄󰶕󱋈󰬣󰝑󱅢󰀔󰉴󰉊󰓤󱂓󰃪󰕸󰈔󰼄󱀝󱂹󰅋󰀝󰍊󰉆󱋌󰆚󱀕󰧟󱋢󰋸  snipes are silent  󱍘󰆦󰄜󰙙󰊖󰀨󰳛󰂱󱉺󰈳󰜗󰥠󰽱󰻉󰲅󰯯󰫭󰊄󱌺󰿀󰓸󱇦󱊅󰐟󰈊󰌾󱋓  bogs and all the garden garth  󰞮󰡤󰰅󰾈󱍩󱇷󰢊󰸭󰨼󰜻󰩬󱇉󰻆󰋅󰢨󰜄󰰔󱌨󰸲󰽁󱁲󱂀󰧑󱆑󱉩󰍳󰆦󱋸󰋈󰻸󰒡󰋀󰁊󰖰󰂔󰏣󰥌󰄃󰙶󰭜󰼿󰔾󱁫󰖒󰆞󰡀󰗌󰎢󰭑󰤶󰉌󱂴󰻠󰐹󰢡󰁈󰢡󰮠󰆿

 red roses to crown  󰁊󰺸󰡺󰶰󰤋󱍒󰁯󱅼󱋷󰂬󰒒󰿔󰾁󰄓󰤠󰛄󰘝󰓺󰳂󰇤󰼰󰮆󰛶󰖒󰆞󰏆󰜲󰱀󰸚󰑣󰉜󰙢󰲮󰡙󰐩󰍙󰜷󰣽󰛈󰦮󰹁󱉪󰲄󱅽󰜻󰍲󰥐󱋛󰾬󰔰󰒶󰤷󰡚󰡯󰩩󰏑󰶐󱌛󰔼󱊶󰴶󱀹󰏗󱃡󱈡󰐕󰂻󰰩󰙼󰁻󰍦󰿰󰳨󱂛󰓜󰶄󰳰󱉆󰣍󰺳󰲔󰏇󰌧󰙤󰆒󱊣󰍓󱀆󰇇󰵞  and apart enslaved and encircled  󱀹󰝰󰫥󰌚󰁭󱁡󰜷󰪟󰂶󰘷󰳿󰧿󰀵󱅋󰔺󱍎󰬿󰷦󰓲󰥸󰨙󰑰󰾆󰃁󰳾󰅹󱌛󰁡󰟜󰙳󰴼󰚪󰑿󰖈󰩮󱃡󰩮󰨯󰚼󱈴󰊎󰹺󰓢󰥷󰲋󰌃󰔐󰢗󰁰󱄭󰀾󰏎󰁲󰰄󰩡󰈝󰣯󱈞󰫭󱌜󰵇󰛏󰳾󰎇󱅗󱊅󰀶󰄥󰞳  of my gift to  󱁸󰌖󰸇󰢏󱈥󱈽󰜶󰆇󱅢󱈌󰎣󰉌󱊳󰯓󰏡󰍢󰸄󰯼󰏡󰋹󰲛󰒊󰨢󰇬󱉺󰣕󰠰󰚼󰁦󰙬󰛂󰫳󱌴󰁚󰿦󰤳󰕎󰐬󰠅󰎄󱃁󰛤󰁃󱅑󱇷󰢊  waned paler and  󱄾󰬾󰀒󰂫󱆛󱊯󰨊󰴗󰓺󰳂󱂨󰠅󰊜󰌧󰆒󱊣󰍓󰜲󰱀󰄧󰑣󰓒󰒡󰥪󰽕󰕈󰔨󰲵󱄊󰀻󰦣󰛡󰫸󰺙󱉃󰑔󰾆󰃁󱅦󰅹󰶐󱌛󰁡󰟜󱊶󰙳󰬢󰙳󱀹󰺜󰙄󱅄󰝞󰣩󱈡󰫂󰕾󰸚󱂙󰴤󰊖󰳛󰰞󰶹󰡓󰅼󰦟󰫖󰨎󰨻󰛓󰪀󰎌󰹐󰺴󰌩󱈯󰧟󱋢󰋸󰂞󰀉  started through

 󰢜󰱔󰲕󰋋󰐉󰎭󰌘󱆋󰐉󰁋󱈲󰌑󰰢󰨣󰝛󰗤󰁑󰟾󰨑󰻛󰈱󰤛󱊵󰮘󱍆󱂉󰟤󰏶󰡮󰯽󰋡󰆭󰛈󰒒󰙇󱇬󰤠󰥴󰃰󰙶󰄚󰹠󱍆󱂉󰂸󰸰󰅌󰌚󰁭  i am weare tis not the frost  󰒧󱊙󰎵󰉤󰮕󰒍󰮙󱇫󰉯󰨯󰽱󰨟󰲅󰡫󰉈󰕆󱌺󰿀󰲇󰗯󱌬󰔉󱍩󰻾󰍫󱍷󰥠󰊟󰐮󰩫󱆘󰜄󰶕󰆇󱍴󰰏󰉳󰆓󰚪󰣊󰚪󰑿󰽶󰖈󰐉󰅋󰺺󰔓󰦼󰪱󰋏󰾜󰘷󰗆󰅽󰋣󰧦󰮤󰎽󰁑󰿓󱇓󱂽󰿷󰝟󰊋󰂠󰤄󰤵󰱨󰧯󰌎󱆫  snaws inclemence tis not sic  󱄭󰋦󰺶󰈰󰺆󰴻󰼡󰯧󰺳󰲔󰏇󰙤󱊣󱂉󰼉󱅍󰪉󱃴󰞎󰂔󰰬󰪱󰮙󱎅󰿗󰄴󰂹󰘘󰆢󰩧󰟫󰽚󱊧󰡺󰶰󰆶󱃑  cry but my  󰒒󰙇󱇬󰿗󰤠󰛄󰱆󰄛󱇢󰝫󰿭󰁁󰛹󰑽󰰀󰅱󰕃󱃓󰴍󱇍󰼟󰍡󱍡󰉨󰳌󰮙󱇫󰧿󰁾󱈎󰜉󱁩󰉵󰟾󰀘󰺫󰟋󱋮󰠳󰊯  cauld to me

 i had a glimpse  󰏚󰳾󰇳󰟲󰸅󰘸󰄄󰚞󰉅󰀷󰈯󰺆󰴻󰙕󰆩󰡉󰾿󰋇󰒗󰮸󰈊󰁕󱇬󰤠󰇦󰒛󰜘󰐍󱋵󰮓󰿭󰁹󰺃󱋠󰊊󰁆󱂿󰁃󰍨󰕕󱍐󰭻󰁀󰛰󰂩󰽢󱃰󰙣󰏎󰲳󱀚󱅇󰫗󱌈󱉢󰿝󱍦󰟳󰥜󰇱󰲻󰆝󰒣󰒙󰈳󰉯󰷄󰳾󰨣󰠼󰶜󰅺󰢻󱊴󰚆󰏒󰣴󰓀󰋂󰍨󱍐󰱇󰑉󱄝󰖵󰬖󰣺󰦵  youthful faces i had such  󰃕󰜥󰈯󰺆󰧁󱍥󰠉󰒅󰬄󰙋󰜂󱇔󰜸󱍒󱋲󱃝󰄫󰺖󰞣󰐂󰠛󰮙󰂨󰹴󰡡󰬬󰒓󰝇󰍋󰝩󰒶󰀵󰆊󰐝󰃙󰏏󰦷󰯚󱄪󰆜󰫝󰂚󰦛󱊶󰵞󱀹󰝰󰻛󰌚󰁭󱁡󰪟󰉃󰂳󰩬󰪨󰕞󱎂󰑩󰒰  till there were no  󰫐󰁛󰒶󰺆󰴻󰧁󰋁󱄷󱆣󰕎󱁻󱀨󰨖󰸶󰚺󰙉󰊊󰁆󰿒󰋂󰻾󰍫󱍷󰷄󰵶󰊟󰢾󰼲󰃙󰏏󰦷󱄪󰆜󰒶󰫝󰢝󰦛󰟜󰮒󰉌󰪻󰻠󰕇󰙧󰀟󰅇󰓦󰁈󰬋󰡪󰀜󰊡󰥗󰀞󰁭󱁡󰪟󰴈  turned and repented  󰝩󱆔󰉴󰕭󰁽󱂒󰤃󰮏󱆅󰈯󰺆󰶡󰳮󰉙󱀦󰸵󰇵󰇙󰥋󰰎󰺻󱋓󰄔󰀵󰷶󰖯󱉔󰁠󰌷󰌯󰻄󰒀󰎧󰲍󰒳󱀹󰱿󰀞󰌚󰁭󱁡󰪟󱂖󰴮󰿭󰄹󰝤󰍎󱉼󰞇󰶏󰔓󰜮󰃦󰃉󰀖  window but that was black over the snow my creaking  󰕘󰉯󰷄󰑈󰭫󱍙󰸕󰏵󰕆󰈆󰆥󰗈󰙣󰖛󰭵󰢤󰈼󰍅󰉪󰁒󱅑󰐼󰳇󰙩󰿼󰰈󰆩󰺣󰣫󰀌󰟿󱀭󰩈󰴨󰑕󰴮󰀉󰹼󰒬󰪗󱎁󰔒󰠉󰈄󰚟󰋥󰬸󰊌󱄆󰊋󰤄󰀇󰨭󰺻󰼦󰀷󰇟󰸙󰞥󰖝󰄽󰒭󰨗󰺇󱀨󰨖󰠌󰲣󱊽󰠷󰀒󰷡󰅾󰁸󰒶󰅛󰉡󰠴󰏵󰈆󰆥󰗈󰗘󰪻󰃿󰰟󰐹󰢡󰮠󰆿

 󰿯󰡂󰱒󱉰󰙔󰲏󱆋󰼕󰁋󱂹󰊡󰭵󰏺󰕭󰁽󱂒󱃌󱌱󰖖󱆢󰸯󰖝󱍠󱍚󰇴󰻕󱆓󰛤󰻊󰊒󱇮󰔲󰎩󱍼󱂕󰽬󰄴󰱻󰠉󰈄󰚟󰋥󰬸󱊡󰛶󰖒󰆞󰗌󰤶󰀔󰉢󰉊󰓤󱂓󰰾󰈔󰼄󰖜󰄸󰏕󰀞󱇟󰼤󰂬󱊑󰌉  grave-side flowers while slow bright rose-leaves sail  󰴼󰅴󰝰󱇟󰘺󰆰󰙑󰘠󰆱󰕈󰔨󱆯󰪏󰢩󰥥󰿭󱃳󱀺󰧿󱇠󰲁󰇊󰻁󰴤󰀨󰳛󰂱󱉺󰬀󰽅󰬥󱌺󰿀󰕐󰇘󰵺󰒦󰛏󰧿󰤉󰦎󱆮󰮵󰢈󰺁󰑽  happiest hours and those lilies  󰟣󰃕󰜥󰈰󰴻󰼡󰯧󰊢󰲔󰏇󰙤󰆒󰦶󰍓󰴰󰄧󰓒󰒡󰌾󱈣󰮝󰙬󰛂󰑟󱄘󰼚󰛽󰤈󰶕󰃃󰆇󱅢󱈌󰎣󰉌󰪻󰻠󰁜󰻔󰙧󰵉󰓦󰵗󰃖󰈏󰊡󰰭󰹬󱃓󱉗󰂧󰄚󰶇󰯲󰿗󰪮󱀘󰉯  fiery roses beneath  󰏚󰜴󱀭󰶹󰠋󱋜󰙇󱇬󰤠󰥴󰧞󱋾󰁩󰦷󰃑󰄍󰭟󰢢󱄱󰀔󰉢󰉊󰓤󰞗󰀟󰂝󰈔󰌼󰟮󰳄󱂹󰏕󰀎󰁀󰛰󰼝󰳳󰃇  the young bride's parting veil

 pleasant summer over and  󰌶󰣟󰓫󰈙󱆁󰶀󰦭󱌉󱀭󰰞󰡓󰴨󰑕󰘈󰂞󰶱󰪐󰂾󰍒󰠉󰞛󰨺󰟕󰞷󰔈󰟙󰲠󰜗󰙏󰕲󰹖󰋔󰿥󰎈󱅻󰥡󰟶󰉠󰈘󰴹󰏳󰿭󰏳󰽲󰂑󰂢󰵖󰉺󰮗󰝻󰕇󰯦󰔆󰋆󰈏󰖈󱅄󰭵󰗠󰇩󰖨󰇬󰋙󱄂󰐲󰖩󰚑󰟄󰸀󰭲󰟞󰢗󰼫󰪮󱀘󰬐󰀅󰊟󰚅󰭜󰼿󰔾󰞷󰔈󰟙󰘷󰰽  blazes the grey smoke towers  󱈍󰺘󰜹󰘤󰬆󰡪󰈏󰪥󱂹󰃼󰔴󰁥󰹶󰡇󰶱󰈨󰉬󰪑󰔎󱋰󰗒󱁨󰆳󰩤󰁟󰚻󰑕󱌌󰿭󰡇󰈨󰪐󱆐󰘾󰔕󰗒󰆳󱂧󱆮󰆀󰏅󰄼󱆫󰡇󰶱󰉬󱊕󰕆󱌺󰿀󰚩󰓸󰗱󰕣󰣰󰞻󰌩󰲚󰍄󱂼󰻶󰄮󰱄󰑾󰱄󱄮󰀽󰚄󰆓  something bright in all  󰁗󰱜󰘤󰬆󰡪󰈏󰭭󰿟󰃼󱈲󰌑󰙏󰕲󰹖󰋔󰿥󰎈󱅻󰈍󱆓󰛤󰄨󰭚󰴰󰓶󰙙󰊖󰀨󰳛󰀊󰴨󰑕󰘈  summer fires in  󰊖󰀨󰳛󰀊󰂱󰪂󰜗󰥠󰀫󰨣󰟻󱅤󰫃󰑛󰃃󰆇󱈌󰋚󰈫󰣊󰗘󰾦󰕫󰁣󰆿

 󰀦󰡂󰱒󰔷󰂋󰙔󰝹󱆋󰁋󰈓󰲛󰃁󰗠󰇩󰇬󱄂󰖩󰭈󰜣󱁟󰸀󰭲󰫻󰼫󰫰󰪮󱀘󰉯󰷄󰧿󰀫󰟻󰚅󰭜󰼿󰔾󰎎󰾜󰘷󰡴󰰽󰁨󰧦󰮤󰎽󰊤󰖾󰈐󱇧󰈵󱌺󰿀󰕐󰗯󱌬󰁆󱂿󰴹󰠫󰏳󰢦󰳞󰵖󱄮󰒳󰙳  the grey smoke towers sing a song  󰆳󰞳󱆮󰆀󰢈󰄼󱌌󰹶󰐭󰈨󰉬󱊕󰕆󱌺󰿀󰕐󰓸󰗱󰕣󱆴󰌩󰲚󰟁󰀠󰏟󰿭󰏳󰽲󰿣󰁥󰡇󰶱󰪐󱌗󰃺󰭘󰾡󰒅󰐣󰏄󰅝󰀇󰰎󰨭󰺻󱋓󰡴󰰽󰉴󰋣󰗚󰅃󰝥󰇯󰒕󰝖󰥖󰃀󰩖󱍘󰴰󰄜󱋸󰋈󰻸󰍂󱍾󱄃󰈖  all flowers in the summer  󱈍󰞽󰈲󰁘󰮦󰭭󰖈󰩮󱈲󰛎󰷄󰀫󰟻󰚅󰭜󰼿󰔾󰢸󰻜󱆓󰓀󰄨󰄁󰆦󰄜󰓶󰙙󰊖󰳛󰀊󰂱󰪂󰈳󰉯󰷄󰥠󰀫󰟻󱅤󰫃󱁊󰃃󰆇󱈌󰄐󰃁󰁉󰏂󰗘󰣊󰉴󰨉󰄙󰃸󰥮󰀰󰥮󰕫󰩒󱅄󰁣󰆿

 heart-the playful maziness of  󰉴󰈱󰧽󰘽󰃏󰭢󰡉󰄢󰬵󰗈󰃜󰀁󰌍󰄟󰖦󰞝󰋈󱍾󰤚󰈖󰐕󱌶󰣍󰊢󰲔󰏇󰙤󰆒󱊣󰅞󱍐󰔋󰜯󱃚󰢨󰒙󰳿󰉴󱈣󰫞󰡭󰆩󰞃󰡻󰁨󰡜󰂪󰄘󱄋󱇓󰣛󰿒󱅑󰑳󰁔󰆱󰢷󰔃󰎆󰣨󰡩󱄷󱆣󰕎󰱩󰼀󰛶󰖒󰡀󰎢󰭑󰟜󰄐󰁉󰕟󱅄󰀄󰃾󰫄󰃾󰨒󰃤󰨒󰢘󰁫󰘪󰜹󰔀󰜹󰔀󰃖󰝈󰁘󰌆󰁘󰮦󰠥󰩮󱅄󰨯󰏺󰕭󰁽󰼎󱂒󰮙󰥨󰂨󰀝󰫟󰩬󰉆󱋌󰽍󰧵󰔂󱋬󰎺  within thy wave she looks-which  󰜥󰁨󰔪󱇅󰌺󱀧󰮺󰯈󰃭󰿭󰊏󱈦󰣪󰐟󰌩󱈯󰢕󱂗󰗅󰭺󱄙󰡮󰂥󰙷󰦳󱊆󰏝󰧵󰔂󰡰󱋬󱉉󰌇󰟒󰋶󰀁󰌍󰱇󱄝󰄧󰑣󱀕󰊭󰘊󱃃󰲥󱄖󰻲󰵩󰯎󰠉󰈄󰚟󰋥󰬸󱂨󰠅󰊜󰎄󱃁󰈘󰭒󰳞󰉭󰔟󰉺󰮗󱂴󰻠󰁜󰻔󰵉󰓦󰆘󰈒󱅄󰚲󰮦󰎻󰭭󱊓󰝶󰢺󰚓󰫟󰜻󰈤󰢅󱋄󰈕󰱤󰟠󰡼󰣽󰭬󰖆󰂥󰙷󰦳󱊆󰏝󰽍󰔂󰽎  the prettiest of brooks  󰛹󰑽󰓧󰽇󰾃󰡅󱉪󰕂󰫟󰜻󱋎󰆹󰆩󰬠󰧈󰉛󰿭󰯵󰊻󰡧󰑱󱂇󱌫󰧿󰐣󰥳󰮆󰡭󰽥󰂬󰖩󰨫󰔲󰎩󱍼󰁿󰉥󱅈󰤩󰾖󰲲󰠉󰈄󰚟󰋥󰪛󱂨󰠅󰊜󰎄󱃁󰈘󰻶󰭒󰉭󰍱󰀽󱅄󰗘󰾦󰃿󰐹󰢡󰮠󰆿

 󰀦󱇶󰍭󰋋󰯱󰌘󰴣󰦗󰴣󰓘󰊃󰓘󰚔󰊃󰚔󰍭󰚔󰁘󰍭󰭭󰃼󰔴󰂞󰠾󰈨󱋁󰈪󰉉󰭲󰀌󰔵󰠦󰋙󰁼󰦱󰚮󰌉󰁾󱈎󰜉󰕒󱃜󰃶󰻓󰥨󰑩󰁨󰋣󰷶󰥂󰤍󰼧󰩨󰘊  turkey gobbler to the little turkey turk  󰀐󰯼󰥶󰊡󱈏󰌚󰁭󱊘󰪟󱊑󰼻󰀅󰓇󰐡󰴯󰁝󰍚󱉤󰐇󰿭󱂤󰋰󱇃󰠎󱌩󰧮󰀉󰯹󰳇󰭵󰀯󰙫󰊰󰫷󱋲󰦋󰎂󰯊󰩴  home today and not go  󰙑󰹑󰶨󰇥󰭠󰃙󰝕󰃙󰯻󰄺󱌟󰐢󰯒󰵛󰼑󰟖󰡅󱉪󰂐󰜻󱋎󰆹󰢽󱄣󰌷󰨙󰌯󰻄󰎧󰲍󰧄󰚨󰕟󰌰󰍭󰌰󰀐󰨛󰍭󰀐󰺪󰀐󰺪󰞽󰊃󰚔󰯼󰮞󰮦󰥶󰊡󰅋󱈏󰀞󰌚󰁭󱁡󰜷󱌯󰻝  have a sort  󰦠󰏅󰳋󰬐󰀫󰭫󱍙󱌙󰇼󰒠󰲫󱍠󰶺󰒞󰚡󱌲󰉖󰢢󱄱󰀔󰉌󰪻󰻠󰕇󰙧󰵉󰀟󰓦󰵗󰬋󰥶󱂹󰅋󰗠󰎵󰚠󰂅󰗻󰗹󰿩󰵹  it's wiser not to roam and  󰊖󰆛󰙷󰚠󰭮󰌤󰗹󰿩󰵹󰍶󰼨󰂨󱋇󰞠󰍍󰴵󰇢󰞴󰮚󰄔󰃝󰮎󰈶󰹦󰨾󰝺󰖉󱅑󰽊󰈨󰙈󰂾󰵁󰵕󰹠󰢩󰳏󰥠󰷏󰄯󰳱󰖒󰡀󰎢󰭑󰆓󰚪󰴼󰚪󰠗󰥶󰪻󰊡󱈲󰌑󰰢󰍈󰕀󰦉󰟙󰼆󱆍󰃊󰺸󰡺󰍮󰤋󰆶󱁪󱌟󰯒󰕹󰃛󰶢󰶦󰲊󰖉󰯹󰳇󰁨󰀯󰘓󰊰󰁓󱋲󰦋󰡏󱀣󰩴󰕃  home

 and by his own  󱋮󰽕󰍾󰷂󰈼󰍅󰉪󰁒󰂞󰅾󰾳󰈉󰃍󰨯󰫹󱈎󰆖󰦫󰭽󰴱󰏵󰈆󰆥󰶤󰱶󰌞󰒳󰴶󰅴󰪉󱃡󰚓󰀝󰫟󱇉󰘇󰋅󰢨󰶀󰬣󰇗󰡵󱌶󰾰󰵋󱊀󰱩󱌡󱅃󰝇󰟞󰑙󰣋󱌱󰖖󰤠󰥴󰃰󰓔󰡊󰹠󰢩󰓷󰑻󰘭󰗉󰮒󱅄󰄠󰻠󰕇󰏸󰻣󰆘󰻣󰆘󰃖󰺜󰮦󰭭󰝞󰣩󰓡󰫥󱇟󰘺󰔬󰙇󱇬󰖖󰤠󰗟󰉝󰺫󰦷󰺴󰈊󰰳󰯗󰙚󰨫󰔲󰎩󰣬󱈒󰂶󰫁󰒺󰨯󰱢󱈴󰊎󰡥󰟼󰍰󰣈󱇢󰿒󱅑󰾚󰭺󰜴󰍀󰐨󰁤󱌕󰚗󰔋󰂻󰰩󰙼󰇖󰍦󱄆󰊋󰚡󱌲󰉖󰆻󰕱󰋚󰈫󰕟󰀄󱁾󰀄󰫄󰃾󰨒󰲏󰨒󰫄󰾙󰨒󰍟󰨒󰍟  when thy gaze turns in  󰲁󰇊󰁩󰢁󱊠󰽎󰊖󰀨󰙷󱁐󰆭󰔽󰘂󰁅󰵆󰪓󰌶󰝬󰺫󰺴󱊠󰽎󰛔󰧟󱋢󰋸󰂞󰐭󰽊󰈨󰙈󱂥󰺳󱁊󱋈󰃃󰝑󱅢󰎣󰝻󰉢󰻠󰕇󰙧󰔆󰌼󰬋󰋆󰪥󰖈󱃡󰏺󰃝󰮎󰈶󰹦󰆶󰼆  most severe but when  󰛾󰍶󰨩󰤃󰼫󰪮󰉯󰬐󰀫󰨣󱅤󰫃󰶀󱁵󰓀󱅑󰄨󱂤󰏰󰆮󰞩󰣕󰒺󰉴󰮝󰙿󰍑󰢼󰁩󰢁󰵆󰩤  a fellow-man let  󰜥󰉴󰈰󰺆󰴻󰼡󰠟󰔽󰱣󰄺󰷉󰰜󰷍󱃤󰙺󰡢󰂘󰔩󰢑󰏈󰍚󰂟󰷊󰘜󰇎󰟣󰃕󰜥󰺶󰏨󱇐󰎍󰴽󰋟󰒡󰊭󱌟󰄎󰲥󱄖󰻲󰮴󰺳󰥙󰘞󱍠󱃭󰟉󰓲󰥸󰻩󰲨󰶤󰂚󰧄󰮒󰉌󰗘󰰟󱅄󰢡󰮠󰆿

 󰢜󰱔󰣧󰀉󰾳󰡽󰾓󰂸󰫞󱄩󰴑󰟋󰂸󰳛󰩈󰹣󰣕󱁗󰂸󰚉󰇄󰡥󰊛󰟋󰄕󰱍󱃿󰊏󱄔󰎅󱅸󰂟󰄪󰿭󰁁󰼉󱊔󰀁󰐕󰐮󰼠󰢴󰴑󰶮󰟋󱂉󰂸󰰬󰼠󰟋󰼠  and ungratefully i hate the very sight  󰴑󰿿󰟋󰟰󰼏󱌉󰟰󰛧󰋓󰴑󰟋󱂉󱍴󰰏󰄻󰎻󰃁󰄠󰎻󰕇󱄥󰚴󰎱󰯢󰯬󰎱󰯬󰎱󰯢󰎱󰯓󰆓󰁺󰆓󰐉󰙄󰣊󰑿󰰃󱊓󰈈󰷤󰯬󰷤󰯬󰷤󰰏󰉳󰃧󰰭󰯢󰷤󰯢󰎱󰷤󰎱󰄐󰆓󰰚󰑿󰿟󰈈󰯢󰷤󰯬󰷤󰰏󰉳󰂣󰀏󰰚󰅶󰢘󰨛󰢘󰨛󰍟󰵘󰍟󱍻󰵘󰉮󰭅󰏍󱍻󰦺󱍻󰦺󰚔󰁘󰚔󰁘󰭭󰠥󰅋󰟑󰸞󰼠󰟰󰝁󰼠󰟋󱂉󰅽󰂸󰼠󰊴󱋣󱍈󰞴󱂉󰭩  like to see the garden  󰥤󰬾󰒼󰂫󱆛󱊯󰫴󰴑󰰬󰼠󱈬󰔡󰓨󱍈󰟋󰼠󰟋󰟰󰸶󰚺󰫴󰼠󱂉󰟋󰼠󰴑󰼠󰴒󱍴󱀒󰈫󰰚󰏂󰣊󰀄󰾨󰀄󰉽󰫄󰃾󰫄󰃾󰨛󰺪󰿳  aleck the gate-keeper  󱈔󰷽󰑗󰳏󰷏󰫴󰰬󰊵󰹑󰄎󰶙󰠪󰉶󰏻󰝡󰔋󰾧󰙨󰲒󰔰󰤷󰬚󰃁󰒋󰮄󰛁󱍈󰢜

 the first of many  󰽆󰢇󰉴󰁲󰕹󰍵󰈴󰢮󰥊󰊕󰋟󰊭󰦟󰇳󰟲󰨊󱊉󰫃󰶀󱌩󰑥󰑮󰯽󰋡󱉽󰆭󱂖󰝺󰴮󰘜󰅾󰾳󰡽󰾓󰐙󰳧󰪰󰇖󰍦󰷦󰃗󱆾󰂃󰳾󰼫󰴛󰘡󰬑󰷲󰓿󱀳󰿁󰟉󰍶󱀼󰨩󰯮󰮚󰄔󰷑󰃝󰹱󰥰󰝲󰪁󰥉󰥻󰭑󰮒󰉌󱂴󰻠󰁜󰻔󱋗󰂌  or is this eve the  󰝡󰂻󱊖󰟂󰬦󰻑󰩺󰢫󰻳󱆮󰆀󰪸󰸰󱄃󱌶󰓫󰈙󱆁󰶀󱌩󰺮󰧮󰴮󰏲󰄹󰝤󰯌󰊑󰲱󰸾󱊽󰠷󰓁󰚝󰔣󱁜󰤺󱋭󰐖󰧪󰂄󱆏  delight for me i  󰀱󰕗󰀪󰱂󰄞󰠱󰨝󰆩󰹐󰍇󰏭󱇔󰛑󱀅󱌯󰲽󰀍󰅱󰕃󰆈󰹎󰧒󱌨󰸲󰡛󰌳󱉟󰿃󰖨󰂱󰣕󰫼  pattern grows of  󰟤󰏶󰡮󰂔󰿚󰺫󰺴󰽎󱋮󰧟󱄾󰬾󰂫󱆛󱊯󰎁󰹻󰐾󱇧󱆼󰦸󰛉󰮩󰼮󰭚󰋰󰲁󰇊󱁝󰴤󰊖󰿃󰰞󰂱󱉵󱉪󱅽󰩬󰞙󰠢󱇁󰱥󰪁󰓠󰥻󰄐󰉌󱅄󰻠󰁜󰻔󱋗󰁈󰈾󰱜󰘤󰬆󰡪󰃖󰈏󱃡󰿟󰃼󰔴󰁥󰹶󰐭󰄹󰝤󰁏󰗰󰫵󰺫󰡸󰽎󰊖󰳛󰰞󰂱󰪂󰜗  first quarter i suppose sky glancing travellers say

 󰀦󱇶󰋋󰯱󰌘󰀑󰲏󰀑󱆋󰼕󰐉󰲛󰢺󰝂󰨓󰆛󰀙󱅜󰷷󰈻󰘴󰉴󰨆󰖨󰶹󰡓󰴨󰅼󰦟󰀅󰇳󰟲󰔧󰵪󰉈󰠡󰽆󰚝󰔣󰆛󰯡󰨋󱈨󰧯󰊉󱅘󰀉  stitches plain pass the thread in front  󰥯󰪣󰻳󰗨󰮵󰸰󰵱󰣣󱆡󰕬󰍾󰲣󱊽󰱽󰰇󰍪󰼝󰳳󰃇󰋑󰆨󰰞󰡓󰖽󰙗󰧿󰛵󰰄󱄗󰏙󰍩󰫱󰄄󰞇  next stitches and knit them  󰞗󰃪󰽉󰈔󰌼󰟮󰋆󰺠󰱿󰎜󱋇󰀸󰆕󰯁󰞶󰅦󰱽󰰇󰾼󰕽󰊕󰃽󰇨󱇯󰺶󰄶󰡾󰐜󰺧󰕆󰐍󱋵󰿭󱍛󰺃󰗯󱋠󱌬󰁆󰦘󱂿󰠫󰿭󰳞󰍨󰕕󰃵󰃅󰌍󰑉󱄝󰖵󱅂󰁊󰄴󰂹󰘘󰆢󱊲󰧿󰲗󰟫󱂪󰾚󰭺  the holes then  󱈀󰆛󰀙󰯡󱅜󰩠󰻩󰈻󰘴󰗈󰖛󰫖󰇳󰟲󰔧󰵪󰉈󰠡󰱈󰑥󰽬󰂔󰃋󱋦󰖅󰀢󰾺󰒙󰫁󰗆  plain and decrease again as above

 and then he runs  󰭺󰳾󰜴󱀭󰶹󰡓󰴨󰖉󰂞󱌌󰅾󰹼󱄞󰖕󰡞󱂳󰃉󰒩󰫐󰫁󰒺󰀷󰚼󱍄󰄇󰴎󰊤󰺡󰥷󰲋󰨑󰤓󰚞󰉅󰉴󰅢󰟐󰡾󰑢󰕧󰐛󰭁󱉤󰮓󰁹󰭙󰄁󰤥󰣙󱅹󰃎󰿭󰜏󰿅󰅾󱄞󰖕󱃲󰼈󰝨󰲫󰄽󱍠󰶺󱉏󰤄󰰎󰨭󰺻󰣋󰭩󰄓󰥴󰧞󱋾󰁩󰃑󰄍󱉉󰢢󰟷󰎣󱄱󰉢󰻠󰁜󰻔󰸃󰂌󱊼󰳩󰘤󰵗󰬆󰃖󰲏󰃖󰌆󰺜󰭭󰖈󰝞󰣩󰭵󱈡󰫂󰕾󰸚󰁄󰉜󰙢󰪴󰣟  all the snow-drifts vanish and  󰀨󰙷󰎃󰽍󰴤󰊖󰀨󰰞󰂱󰁼󰚮󰳾󰁾󱈎󱁩󱉈󰔗󰏥󰩐󰷊󰈞󰽲󰂢󰉭󰵖󱄮󰚄󰆄󰴼󰑿󰅴󰝰󰀎󰰵󰉄󰰅󰻊󱇷󱌞󰌉󰳾󰣠󰯾󱀪󰯨󰁩󰃑󰞺󰫌󰂗󰆻󰕱󰋚󰈫󰰚󰚨󱁾󰏂󰾨󰣊󰉽󰫄󰉽󰫄󰃾󰣊󰨒󰣊󰨒󰓗󰺪󰳪󰺪󰵘󰏍󰞽󰔀󰜹󰘤󰬆󰹙󰍔󰡪󰄸󰭵󰝶󱋚󰗦󰂻󱊖󰟂󰬦  jack balcomb's pleasant ways

 󰑍󰅩󰑷󱅮󰀃󰹙󰖜󰐪󱂹󰫤󱈡󱀐󰁬󰁄󱂙󰉜󰚖󱇛󰤚󰬻󰀁󱈡󰥫󱍖󰦲󰊓󰷺󰃎󰷡󰿭󰷡󰒼󰩎󰝐󰚳󰐃󰒎󰦮󰐲󰂇󰶔󰟄󰪖󰧎󰔳󰇰󰬦󰳀󱌓󰚭󰒶󰋧󰱶󰑽  her azure robe darkness descended o'er the  󰌉󰀷󰈯󰔪󱇅󰎽󰧍󰽴󱄁󰺣󰶫󰀪󰚹󰦄󰦛󰧄󰄐󰁉󰕟󰀄󰌰󰿳󰌰󰨛󰪻󰨛󰨒󰨛󰨒󰍟󰏍󰘪󰔀󰘪󰔀󰬆󰈺󰃖󰭭󰮦󰪻󰩮󱂹󰒊󰀵󰗚󰅃󰲺󰆢󰃶󰥾󰩧󰱨󱁚󰎧󰙐󰨴󰚝󰔣󱆀󰖿󰡞󰯡󱆿󰗡󰅟󰳂󰇤󰼰󰎎󰾜󰞇󰟘󰂘󰡮󰖿󰯡󰝣󰸬󰓔󰡊󰈆󰻓󰑰󰚽󰅹󰶐󱌛󰁡󰒳󰙳󰴶󰅴󰃼󱆎󰒼󰀒󰩎󰝐󰚳󰐃󰒎  cried nor bring before i  󰉅󰳾󰈯󰴻󰶡󰳮󰉙󱀦󰌒󰆮󰦧󰚮󰌉󰳾󰓇󰣌󰓈󰽍󱊠󰽎󰤰󰊖󰀨󰿃󰰞󰂱󱉺󰬀󰆴󰖰󰏣󰐞󰂲󱁊󰴌󰦷󰃑󰄍󱉉󰱗󰂀󰤶󰉢󰻠󰁜󰻔󰸃󰈾  with all her  󰀍󰰀󰏯󰛮󰓺󰳂󰬹󰭾󰷉󰷍󱃤󱀅󰒒󰿔󰄓󰥴󰟨󰸬󰓔󰡊󰈆󰻓󰑰󰉴󰚽󰅹󰶐󰱶󰔼󰒳󰴶󱈲󰌑󰰢󰨣󰍈󰗤󰾺󰵐󰧮󰴮  scorn of this base world so  󱆏󰧮󰖉󰿭󰹶󰅾󰹼󰒬󰪗󰔒󰠉󰈄󰚟󰋥󰬸󱊡󰊌󱅵󱄆󰊋󰚡󱌲󰉖󰙦󰢢󱄱󰎣󰝻󰉊󰓤󰁈󰞗󰸃󰅉󱊼󰇅󰘤󰇅󰬆󱊤

 she's a pale waxen  󰘊󰧿󰛵󰂈󰈝󰥆󰼇󰵕󰲉󰿽󰃻󰉓󰐣󱊡󰛶󰵙󰏆󰜲󰕾󰸚󰓒󰴤󰊖󱁜󱅯󱅌󰇛󱄿󰳺󰷧󰃎󰜏󱅑󰿅󰽊󰈨󰥽󰳆󰭇󰡸󰄂󰄬󱌟󰯒󰕹󰃛󰶢󰉶󰙑󰯩󰠩󰁨󰕈󰔨󰲵󰰐󰛡󱉃󰚹󰦄󰀔󰝻󱈹󱂓󰃪󰕸󰼄󰩵󰐉󰛸󱄖󰻲󰚵󰻤󰄕󰱍󱃿󰾕󰭼󰬅󱂑󰨯󰮝󰙬󱋤󰙼󰇖󰩏󰠘󰅓󰢧󰚭󰃀󰋧󱍘  as paper from the flame  󱂧󰦎󰗨󰮵󰢈󰺁󰓧󰔹󰽇󱁧󰾃󰮌󰴈󰙗󰀾󰏎󰉴󰛵󰂈󰣔󰶪󰰐󱄡󰫸󱉃󰚹󰦄󰁉󰕟󰀄󰣊󰕟󰀄󰐉󰀄󱁾󰢘󰁗󰁫󰞽󰵘󰞽󰝈󰐉󰁘󰮦󰭭󰠥󰐉󰠥󰢺󱌼󰫏󰞎󰖰󰏣󰣀󰰔󰐦󰢿󰃀󰕌󱁮󱊅󰩙󰡰󰈊󱋮󱋢󰋸󰁥󰘜󰹶󰅾󱄞󰖕󰂔󱃲󰔘󰫭󱌜󰾬󰧥󰭗󰇆󰩝󰥋󱁨󰆳  a little into crystal  󰒣󰦭󱌉󰙷󰲸󰆙󰂶󰫁󰗆󰀾󰐉󰨯󰮝󰙬󱅧󰈋󰖓󰔗󰏥󰩐󰷊󰈞󰽲󰻾󰍫󱍷󰀫󰨣󱅤󰫃󰶀󰄽󰘞󰶺󰇵󰥋󰀇󰰎󰨭󰀲  freezing to brittle  󰜲󰱀󱄝󰦯󰑣󰬖󰒡󰥪󰠩󰀅󰢷󰔃󰯑󱃼󰖝󰞔󰨗󱈂󰮾󰛏󰧥󰎇󰪚󱆾󰅬󰯮󰘴󱄭󱆅󱄭󰀩󰔪󱇅󰊤󰷵󱍋󰔗󰏥󰩐󰷊󰈞󱀄󰉭󰵖󰍱󰀽󰅪󰗘󰐉󰐹󰅉󰢡󰮠󰆿

 󰑍󰅩󰊅󰝹󰼕󰁋󰿟󰃼󱆎󰒼󰩎󰝐󰚳󰐃󰴙󱃞󰼮󱇿󰁟󰆰󰣕󰠰󰳾󰚼󰙬󰛂󰫳󱄘󰼚󰛽󰤈󰭕󱋈󰬣󰀖  waxen taper and these seem to drip  󰸃󱊼󰀟󱊼󰂝󰈔󰌼󰟮󰋆󱃡󰅜󰀷󰲥󱄖󰻲󰚵󰻤󰒌󰄕󰱍󱃿󰶯󰬅󱂑󰀷󰚼󰙬󰛂󰕺󰙼󰁻󰷦󰩏󰽯󰠘󰅓󰢧󱎂󰚖󱇛󱍐󰌍󰬒󰒥󰫀󰂰󱃞󰋂󰽚󱂑󰏎󰚼󰁦󰙬󰛂󰫳󰇂󰵕󰈵󰲉󰿽󰃻󰉓󰬄󰥳󱊟󰝳󰊶󰾗󰯠󰝻󰉊󰓤󰞗󰓝󰽉󰈔󰼄󰟮󰋆󰪥󰃼󱈲󰌑󰰢󰭿󱈕󱃩󰎊󱂟󰠄󰲴󰿃󰳛󰂱󰪂󰈳󰉯  flame of her tip molten  󰽉󰈔󰌼󰟮󰋆󰪥󰃼󱆎󰔴󰁥󰹶󰅾󰹼󱄞󰖕󰄴󱃲󰔘󰱑󰾬󰀷󱁚󰭗󰇆󰩝󰇙󰥋󱍰󱁨󰆳󰆮󰔬󰡐󰿔󰊝󰄓󰛿󰹍󰅲󰥖󰒶󰦙󰵷󰊜󰃃󱅢󰤶󰀔󰉊󰁜󰻔󰞗󰓝󰽉󰀗󰖜󰳄󰐪󱅄󰫤󱈡󰰵󰐘󱀍󰊭󱌟󰯒󰿭󰸋󰿙󰉶󰀂󰁛  crystal they pass  󰀟󰂝󰌼󰟮󰋆󰪥󰿟󱈲󰌑󰙏󰡮󰨣󰠼󱅤󰪯󰴌󰅭󰥙󰱲󰞔󰶺󰒞󰚡󰨲󱌲󰉖󰹌󰂖󰌇󰵞󰴶󱉟󱈲󱀘󰂒󰬐󰙏󰽱󰻉󰨟󰡫󰉈󰕆󰳺󱌺󰿀󱅑󰇘󰼅󰰙󰒞󰚡󰨲󱌲󰉖󰹌󰂖󰌇󰬤󰖛󰏎󰁲󰀿󰊙󰃆󰉶󱃰󰡴  brittle and delicate glass

 conjuring turning to fairy  󰟏󱃑󰧥󰈰󰺆󰧁󰚢󰫭󰊄󱆡󰙹󰒀󰞶󰉦󰱽󰙉󰊊󰁆󰉠󱂿󰈘󰠫󰏳󰄮󰂑󰔟󰮗󰝻󰁜󰓤󰞗󰓝󰽉󰀗󰵗󰡪󰋆󰪥󰖈󰩮󰏺󰷶󰋃󰕆󱁤󰃘󰐬󰵷󰀤󰒣󰒙󰘷󰳿󰕝󰷶󰖯󱉔󱈰󰁠󰞊󰧳󰔰󰤷󰑔󰅽󰾄󰜎󰫰󰣋󱌱󰋢󰖖󱆢󰣓󰆸󰞛󰛱󰍣󰉥󱅈󰤩󰚊󰀣󰞡󰄆󰝚󰌩󱈯󱋢󰋸󱌌󰿭󰹶󰡇󰾳󰈉󰫹󱅣󱃱󰰝󰎑󰘱󰾡󰒅󰐣󰥳󱊡󰊌󱄆󰊋󰇙󱍰󱁨󰆳󰇭󰟧󰦥󰿗󰛫󱉠󰬰󰔛󱅀󰆨󰀊󰂱󰦱󰚮  great arch making a decoy  󰦋󰞳󱆮󰂩󰏅󰣥󰎕󱆔󰃁󰿗󰧦󰖮󰜓󰫱󰙜󰸗󰌶󰚀󰘣󰊷󰇤󰂓󰕻󰵙󰸢󰣟󰇡󰑛󰎄󱃁󰈘󰠫󰄮󰂑󰔟󰉺󰮗󰝻󰁜󰞗󰓝󰁈󰓝󱊼󰇅󰀗󰖜󰳄󰐪󱃡󰀎󰫂󰁬󰖵󰬖󰉜󰙢󱁠󰨴󰻟󰃊󰮮󰧚󰯈󱅑󱅘󰢋󰃲󰙩󰪿󰏢󰖺󰼬󰀛󰖊󰧬󰄷  of a scarlet shawl  󱅄󰠗󰲏󰝞󱅄󰓡󰩪󱍧󰇋󰝽󰢪󱀍󰽎󰻑󰥪󰩺󰢷󰔃󰎆󰐰󰖝󰐶󱍠󰎼󰽯󰠘󰅓󰚭󰧿󰚽󰋧󱊸󰟃󰪫󱀗󰇮󰠇󰁢󰌮󰂙󰓠󰥻󰄐󰁉󰗘󰣊󰗘󰚨󰗘󰾦󰃿󰾦󰥮󰙒󰗎󰮠󰆿

 󰑍󰴋󰊅󰚴󰊅󰼕󰭭󰚜󰫤󱈡󰗦󰁬󰸚󱂙󰴤󰊖󱋔󰿃󰇬󰂱󱉺󰐤󰡴󰱿󰒶󰀵󰮨󱁏󰺣󰣫󰶫󰳾󰆌󰹴󰍲󰚇󰡿󰓔󰡊󰴭󰻓󰘴󰗈󱄭󰖛󰏎󰒶󰈯󰊦󰢄󰕆󰲉󱂚󱅅󰟫󰄑󱅑󰵓󰟣󰃕  calling from meadows where the reaper reaps  󱈊󰪃󰐉󱈊󰅂󰬋󰈏󰘲󰎐󰒊󰥗󰀎󰫂󰕾󰸚󰬖󱀕󰒡󰊭󰁲󰝮󰋐󱆪󰕑󱊰󱄵󰧗󰡃󰛕󰐟󰌩󰣛󰝫󰋂󰜬󰆪󰄓󰇦󰖙󰜱󰇃󱃳󰭵󰒋󰩻󰊍󱀊󰵙󰽥󰆞󰃟󰥬󰰀󰅱󱃓󰧞󰁩󰘱󰕞󰇲󰲢󰈚󱆙󰺽󱂪󰢦󰤔󰕕󱊔󰃜󰱿󱈡󰌍󰑉󱉮󰩿󰄥󰍂󱍾󱄃󰈖  oldtime house a place where  󰯃󱌑󰲄󰂐󰹴󰍲󰭄󰃰󰓔󰒕󰹠󰢩󰓷󰂉󰔔󰆌󰘡󰲄󱅽󰩬󰴃󰽤󰆧󰊼󱋽󱁫󰼊󰟶󱁵󱂿󰁃󰏳󰋂󰍨󰕕󰃵󰮜󱈡󰥫󰸐󱋶󰜟󰅟󰳂󰇤󰂓󰕻󰏆󰼥󰜔󰉍󰩿󰍂󱍾󰤚󰬻  honest smell of  󰑽󰰀󰏯󰽞󰈦󱇁󰁓󰪁󰓠󰥉󰥻󰗀󰆓󰴼󱀹󰴼󰑿󰃜󰫤󰭵󰗦󰑉󱄝󰖵󰬖󰉜󰚖󱁠󰋷󰑽󰰀󰅱󱃓󰊳󰣼󰍇󰸝󰅥󰜸󰼃󰄷󰍴󰥉󰥻󰎣󰈫󰆓󰐉󰉗󱈊󰎻  sun and elder-bloom

 if i had but  󰅢󰕏󱄗󰏙󰍩󰄄󰑓󰓎󰚘󰮰󱆸󰾷󰧿󰅢󰦙󰂷󰟹󰵣󰂇󰕂󰂐󰩬󰭞󰔎󱋰󰹌󰉒󰟁󰀠󰏟󰿭󰏳󰽲󰢦󰂢󱄮󰚄󰴼󰰃󰑿󰃜󱅄󰣩󰝰󰗦󰕾󰸚󰁄󰰳󰎺󰾮󰹴󱌆󰊸󱌆󰊸󰋏󰋤󰯪󰗔󰪺󱍑󰡐󰑓󰓎󰚘󰛿󱆸󰥖󰅢󰥯󰦙󰩕󰟹󰌀󰻺󰺑󰉯  feathery bird to you i'd  󰪮󰉯󰙏󰕲󰮤󱊒󰈕󰂧󰟠󰡼󰽆󱂊󰘹󱆍󰅢󰯽󰋡󱉽󰆭󰣽󰀱󱁪󰕗󰅢󰢷󰼍󰦔󰺹󰾗󰎢󰭑󰄐󰈫󰐉󰄠󰚴󰪃󰻣󰪃󰅂󰅇󰓦󰵗󰬋󰈏󰖈󰲛󰅋󰏺󰕭󰁽󱂒󰉁󰦟󱅲󰨻󰬏󱇓󱋒󱊃󰹿󰄑󰵓󰼗󰜬  like these are idle  󰅼󰦟󰫖󰨎󰨻󰱊󰽛󱋰󰶫󱁗󰉒󰟁󰣴󰏟󰿭󰏳󰳞󰔟󰉺󰮗󱋋󰄠󰷥󰕇󰚫󰵉󰅇󰓦󰀗󰍔󰖜󰐪󰝞󰭵󱈡󰫂󰸚󰁄󱂙󰙢󰪴󰲮󰡙󰐩󰍙󰜷󰣽󱂖󰝺󰘈  stay here put  󱍘󰆦󰓶󰞝󰻸󰋀󰽬󰂔󰯽󰋡󱉽󰆭󱂖󰝺󰘈󰧧󰀉󰹼󰒬󰪗󱎁󰮥󰰐󰦞󱂚󱌧󰅢󰮄󰊙󰱫󱁸󰌖󰸇󰢏󰏜󰜛󰯃󰨑󰡙󰐩󱁡󰜷󰀱󱂖󰈳  fly i'm always with you in my sleep the world  󰍳󰡤󰶛󰰅󰫧󱃞󱅑󰋰󰣟󰕊󱀡󰀖󰂐󰟯󰂂󰅅󰢁󰧴󰣛󰝫󰁁󰵌󰬻󰅢󰈱󰧽󰯉󰝬󰟴󰝬󰀘󰦷󰄍󱉉󰢢󱄱󰀔󰝻󰉊󰓤󰞗󰀟󰽉󰈔󰌼󰟮󰩵󰪥󰎐󰨯󰃔󰕭󰁽󰉁󰝆󰱼󰙷󰎃󰵽󰏮󰎺󰹫󰒃󰂐  one wakes

 󰑍󰴋󰦗󰊅󰝈󰊅󰝈󰁘󰲏󰁘󰮦󰠥󰢺󰟑󰃥󰋢󰄓󱆢󰡎󰔊󰵿󰠲󱉳󰊌󱄆󰊋󰤄󰥋󰰎󰷉󱀗󰇮󰠇󰁢󰌮󰄷󰂙󰍴󰥉󰥻󰭑󰙳󰴶󱀹󰀞󰌚󰁭󱁡󰜷󰀱󱃑󰀷󰁲󰕏󰂈󰈝󰓣󰕖󰹐󰁅󰄥󰩤󰤓󱉵󰬑󱅽󰩬󰞙󰠢󱇁󰱥󰍴󰥉󱄹󰤶󰉢󰋦󰁜󰕇  this late hour yet glad enough they  󰜝󰳉󰳃󰢈󱇗󰚝󰔣󱆀󰖿󰏽󰭏󰙎󰒟󰥨󰂨󰬑󰔄󰄾󰑴󰦒󰈜󰟳󰺁󰑽󰏯󰽞󰖇󰷖󰰔󰙤󰆒󰒶󰼫󰪮󱈛󰈎󰰢󱈕󱃩󰎊󱂟󰠄󰁊󰑮󰺸󰡺󰍮󰤋󰝲󰪁󰍴󰥉󱄹󰀔󰉊  their high hospitality so with  󰬐󰡮󰵶󱍙󰝢󰜘󱂭󰐍󰸮󰸪󰿭󰇎󰼗󰜬󰣋󰋢󰄓󰚘󱆢󰷷󰻩󱋒󰑰󰳾󰅹󰶐󰷙󰸭󰈧󰬑󰄾󰯤󰺤󰹄󰎕󰃧󰟿󰈼󰕉󱋜󰙇󱇬󰄓󰤠󰤏󰟨󰤏󰸬󰓔󰡊󰈆󰻓󰑰󰚽󰅹󰶐󰱶󰗉󰝻󰉊󱂓󰃪  and all gratitude  󰼄󰳄󰄸󰥗󰀞󰁭󱁡󰜷󰪟󱂖󰴮󰂞󰹶󰅾󰐼󰱺󰿼󰙫󰘓󰊰󰈦󰁓󰽆󰌖󰀧󰸛󰟢󰚿󱇌󰻩󱋒󰒰󰋦  to press their hands and say  󰵉󰱜󰓦󰆘󰓦󰆘󰈺󰃖󰭭󰮦󰿟󰃼󱈲󰌑󰬐󰑈󰵶󰟻󰮬󰕋󰮬󰾂󰺬󰦹󰇲󱌓󰑰󱊲󰲗󰤲󰺽󱅑󱀄󰉭󰵖󰍱󱄮󰀽󰚄󰅪󰚪󱈊󰠗󱅄󰿟󰃼󱆎󰔴󰁥󰹶󰐭󰄹󰝤󰮹󰆫󰃉󰒩󰂄󰲠󰈳󱀘󰂒󰬐󰑈󰵶󰟻󰘋󰕨󰿡󰔽󰘂󰁅󰄥󰩤󱌔󰚻󰴈󰒶󰁲󰕏󰂈󰈝󰉱󰡁󰍷󰿡󰱳󰾟󰸲󰍽󰓉󰡛󰗊󰂀󰤶󰉢󱂴󰕇󰪋󰏸󰉗󱅄󱈍󰃮󱈍󰺪󰉹󱅄󰉹󱊤

 lingeringly i turn away  󰀟󱊼󰕍󰅂󰐏󰈒󰰃󰈏󰭭󰚜󰲛󰩮󰅋󰱛󰂊󰺯󰊇󰘆󰘿󰿭󰇎󰼗󰜬󰆪󰤠󰇦󰒛󰐾󰃶󰴭󰅞󰔋󰥫󰽃󰞣󰿥󰎈󱅻󰛶󰖒󰡀󰗌󰭑󱊶󰙳󰴶󰅴󰐉󰅴󱀚󰸛󰟢󱇌󰤃󰮏󱆅󰜥󰃁󰀩󰔪󱇅󰤮󰇽󰶇󰗹󰿩󰩤󱁹󱍟󰡢󰆛󰯡󰙾󰇃󰓷󰑻󰘭󱉟󰅯󰗠󱅭󰲸󰆙󱌯󰀍  have not withheld from me  󰻔󰞗󰓝󰽉󰈔󰼄󰟮󰋆󰩵󰟪󰘲󰅽󱅭󰧲󰊥󰀈󰤕󰲽󰀍󰰀󰅱󱃓󰧷󰈕󰱤󰟠󰡼󰣽󱌯󰑽󰰀󰅱󱃓󱂔󰐛󱉤󱉙󱅘󱃔󰡽󰾓󰃁󰲖󰴈󰎰󰂈󰥆󱇼󰊬󰄽󰒭󰇞󰮽󰤒󰷗󱄦󰐌󰹤󰼃󰂙󰓠󰥻󰄐󰈫󰕟󰐉󰕟󰀄󰣊󰃮󰣊󰁗󰺘󰌣󰀃󰹙󰡪󰋆󰪥󰃼󱆎󰔴󰿭󰠾󰐭󰽊󰁏󰙈󰆾󰌔󰨽󰒩󰀖󰀭󰔄󰄾󰯤󰦒󰈜󰳋󰷄  face lit with delight  󰴼󰐉󰃜󰃁󰣩󰌍󰑉󰕾󰖵󰬖󱀕󰍂󱍾󰬻󰨯󰐕󰈱󰓫󰈙󱆁󰶀󱌩󰟙󱊑󰍾󰁾󱈎󱁩󱅩󰇽󱆣󰕎󰥦󰑂󰲱󰎰󰕏󰿭󰕏󱄗󰟌󰄳󰽰󰍥󰔐󱇛󱄃󰅌󰡙󰐩  i stay

 󰑍󰴋󰴣󰖣󰴣󰡗󰇶󰞂󰂆󰩞󰮔󰦗󰺘󰑷󰜹󰈺󰾢󰃖󰌆󰚜󰿟󰃼󱆎󰔴󰒼󰩎󰝐󰚳󰩇󰐃󰠡󰽆󱁪󰕗󰀪󰢤󱊂󰬗󰹂󱂃󰴾󰢨󰰔󰢿󰚖󰜦󱍘󰆮󰞩󰆴󰑮󰼱󰏔󰹢󰗒󰺻󰲴󰍀󰐨󰃒󰔫󱃝  untrodden ways beside the springs of dove  󰸃󱊼󰂝󰹙󰵗󰍔󰳄󰐪󰖣󰥗󰀞󱇟󱍑󰆰󰬀󰆴󱆍󰑮󰎫󱍳󱇧󰳺󱆼󰩯󱀆󰂚󰵞󰒳󰴶󱈝󰯇󰔸󰚆󰄂󰲴󰱼󰅻󰌌󱇩󰉃󰂳󰋻󰴡󰞇󰟘󱆀  none to praise and very  󰳝󰜗󰳚󰙏󰑅󱄑󰄳󰫱󱆏󰢇󰒶󰁲󰀿󰃛󰶢󰉶󰙇󱇬󰄓󰤠󰥴󰛄󰘝󰱞󰹆󰋎󱊳󰁡󰧄󰮒󰉌󰖣󰚨󰪋󱋗󰈾󰱜󰌣󰱜󰔀󰖣󰔀󰈺󰃖󰮞󰁘󰖣󰁘󰮦󰠥󰖣󰫤󱈡󱇟󱍑󰆰󰚍  violet by a  󰼆󰘹󱆍󰑮󰂔󰥌󰪲󱂔󰐛󰭁󰮓󰿭󰭙󰘚󰛑󰆶󰝺󰴮󰂞󰀉󰐼󰱺󰳇󰭵󰿼󰙫󰘓󰫿󰉝󰺫󰦷󰺴󰄍󱉉󰅽󰱗󰑽󰹬󰏯󰆋󰪧󰇃󰥥󰔔󰺁  hidden from the eye fair as  󰭚󱇿󰁟󰚻󰑕󰴮󱅑󰅾󰐼󰱺󰳇󰿑󰿼󰙫󰘓󰚎󰻨󰙵󰛙󰖒󰡀󰗌󰎢󰭑󰄐󰌳󰆓󰴼󰚪󰠗󰰃󰅴󰖈󰖣󰎜󰍊󰉆󱋌󰆚󰄥󰪓󰪴󱄃󰋛󰵭󰓯󱆽󰩄󱀅󰦮󰹁󰹫󰬑󱅽󰟯󰂂󰎉󰙀󰀡󰧵󰔂󰄍󰭟󱋬󱉉󰱗󰃅󰽻󰉄󰰅󰫧󰃎󰬾󰂫󱆛󱊯󰎁󰴆󰿡󰔽󰁅󰸝󰱡󰙅󰒞󰚡󱌲󰉖󰂖󰟒󰋶󰃅󰽻󰓶󰙙󰴤󱋔󰿃󰳛󰀊󰴨󰴮󰀉󰾳󰈉󰃍󰤸󰫹󰣶󰈕󰱤󰟠󰡼󰓠󰥻󰄐󰁉󱇴󰗘󱁾󰾦󰰟󰙒󰙓󰙒󰙓󰙒󰙓󰙒󱊤

 the rest may die-but  󰵱󰽻󰉄󱉕󰰅󰫧󰾈󱅑󰶯󰾚󰭺󰜴󰙷󰧲󰅻󰌌󰀈󰮌󰞇󰡢󰆛󰡞󰏽󰭏󰙎󰒟󰀻󰞊󰄢󰂃󰾆󰭵󰚽󰅹󱌛󰁡󰧄󰮒󰆓󱅄󱈊󰰃󰚴󰰃󰑿󰎐󱆎󰔴󰁥󰠾󰡇󰶱󱌗󰾽󰲧󰔞󰜈󰔏󰄂󰌎󰖉󰿭󰂫󱆛󱊯󰎁󰴆󰔽󰁅󰸝󰱡󰙅󱉏󰤄󰥋󰀇󰰎󰨭󰧟󰌎󰋸󰘈󱌌󰀉󰅾󰁸󰤊󰿑󰙩󰅛󰉡󰿄󰉂󰈑󰄆󰱣󰡸󰵾󰵲󰚺󰱽󰰇󰏰󰌽󰏩󰿭󰀉󰾳󰈉󰃍󰫹󰐡󰔯󰵕󰲉󰻓󰘴󰽩󰅽  for me who sought in  󰌾󱋓󰰽󰍾󰋣󰼙󱀖󰀬󱉢󰃘󱄦󰜸󰧬󱇹󰽆󰭬󰖆󱅀󰆨󰰞󰂱󱉺󰡴󰰽󰭵󰉴󰋣󰗚󰅃󰝥󰇯󰓔󰒕󰻓󰥨󰛘󰘡󰂐󰜻󰍲󱇸󰃨󰿡󰘂󰝚󰄍󰭟󱉉󰱗󰦛󰟜󰙳󰄐󰆓󰴼󱅄󰚪󰴼󰴶󰑿󱃡󰑿󰝞󰃜󰫤󰓡󰁀󰛰󰂩󰮵󰙁󰢈󰸰󰤚  immortality

 󰑍󰞂󰴋󰦗󰛍󰑷󰄦󰘤󰬆󰡪󰃖󰈏󰥶󱂹󰰭󰹬󰅱󰆈󰦚󱌜󰦞󰛡󱉃󰚹󰦄󰃵󰭵󰩪󰉄󰰅󰫧󱃞󱂗󰾚󰭺󰜴󱀭󰶹󰴨󰅼󰦟󰫖󰨎󰨻󰋭󰽛󱋰󰹌󰒃  with feathers that perches in the soul  󱊼󰌣󰇅󰀗󰡪󰋆󰀜󰪻󰥗󰫂󰕾󰸚󰁄󰬖󱀕󰛔󱋢󰋸󰹶󰐭󰄹󰝤󰉬󰪑󱋰󰹌󰉒󰢕󰓀󱂗󰭺󰜴󱀭󰀊󰡓󰴈󰙗󰁲󰕏󱄗󰩹󰫵󰺫󰺴󰰳󰎺󰾮󰔄󰄾󰯤󰦒󰈜󰀅󰻹󰄫󰋵󰠛󰀺󰥼󰪘  the words and never stops  󰄁󰡏󰗹󰿩󰪴󰣟󰇡󰑛󰶕󰃃󰆇󱈌󰎣󰉌󰍭󰻠󰁜󰻔󰸃󰈾󱊼󰪻󰌣󰀃󰇅󰀗󰍔󰖜󰳄󰄸󰒊󰥗󰫂󰕾󰸚󰁄󰬖󱀕󰛔󱋢󰋸󱆫󰹶󰅾󰹼󰚱󱋺󰰂󰕆󱁤󰃘󰤳󱁻󱆶󰷱󰓖󰂟󰺅󰿭󰖲󰤝󰴢󰿼󰅚󰕕󱊔󰃜  in the gale  󱃭󰡤󰰅󱃞󰋂󱇷󰛹󰑽󰰀󰅱󱅐󰢽󱄣󰍥󰩯󱀆󱇛󰗔󰃅󰱇󰑉󱄝󰖵󰬖󰒡󰛔󱋢󰋸󰿭󰹶  sore must be the storm that  󰉅󰒶󰈯󰺆󰠠󰥞󰗹󰿩󰩤󱋨󰱝󰐤󰡴󰰽󰀵󰷶󰆊󰓌󱋑󰔗󰽿󰟀󰠷󰾚󰭺󰜴󱀭󰰞󰶹󱋜󱍠󰛿󱆸󰇈󰐬󰵷󰒙󰳿󰰽󰭵󰀵󰕅󰢽󱄣󰍥󰲨󱀆󰂚󰒳󰴶󰅴󰖛󰱿󰨢󰱼󰉤󰮕󰗻󰮙󱇫󰉅󰀷󰈯󰊦󰻷󰳻󱂚󰒶󰻭󰄼󱆫󰚂󰁏󰮹󰆫󰃉󰑥󰆴󰑮󰐓󰱕󰧅󰇺󰺊󱇹󱀅󰦮󰹁󰬑󱅽󰜻󰘐󰪀󰢻󱊴󰾟󰸲󰓉󰟷󰕱󱇴󰗘󰌰󰍭󰌰󱁾󰰟󰙒󰗎󱊤

 of that unwholesome smell  󱃭󰷮󰤓󱉵󱉪󰕂󰜻󰩬󰞙󰽤󰊼󰠞󱁫󰖒󰡀󰗌󰎢󰭑󰮒󰉌󰄠󰪋󰣊󰪃󱈍󰿳󰼁󰞽󰎻󰾢󰮦󰌆󰭭󰮦󰿟󰃼󱆎󰒼󰩎󰝐󰚳󰐃󰴙󰇢󰞴󰼫󰫰󰀮󰾫󰄴󰂹󰘘󰆢󰩧󰲱󰛅󰎧󱄃󰤚󰈖󱌶󰓫󰈙󱆁󰶀󰬣󰳔󰲽󰑽󰀍󰰀󰏯󰽞󰛮󰓺󰰖󰛼󰬹󱊻󰕣󰀶󰩙󰡰󰍂󰜲󰱀󰦯󰑣󰓒󰒡󰧑󱁠󰩴󰑽󰰀󰏯󰖇󱆘󰬉󰜄󰘞󱃭  aware and ask john brown  󰄬󱌟󰲱󰐢󰕹󰃛󰶢󰶦󰴈󰙗󰍾󰛵󰩡󰥆󰅆󰢨󰘞󱃭󰜨󰓧󰔹󱁧󰾃󰂬󰫑󰡅󰹁󱉪󰿗󰜻󰴃󰽤󰆧󰊼󰠞󱁫󰖒󰡀󰎢󰤶󰮒󱂴󰆓󱈊󰚪󰪻󰑿󰖈󱂹󰰭󰹬󰽞󰖑󰔳󰒌󰄕󰞆󰾕󰿭󰇎󰻾󰍫󱍷󰥠󰨣󰠼󰩍󰗓󰤆󰿝󰢲󱍦󰼳󰟳󰌞󰥤󰬾  she best might sell  󰜨󰓧󰔹󱁧󰾃󰂬󰡅󰹁󱉪󰕁󰩬󰞙󰽤󰊼󰠞󱁫󰖒󰡀󰎢󰄐󰁉󰏂󰰚󰗘󱊳󰍢󰊮󰁣󰆿

 󰑍󰴋󰦗󰣊󰦗󰴣󰦗󰞘󰂆󰞘󰍟󰭅󱍻󰓘󰦺󰓘󰦺󰚲󰦺󰝈󰦺󰝈󱇚󰝈󰁘󰌆󰁘󰌆󰠥󰿟󰃼󰔴󰂞󰁥󰹶󰐭󰄹󰝤󰙈󰌔󰨽󰀹󰝑󱅢󱈌󱌵󰋚󰉳󰄻󰚨󰄠󰣊󰫈󰉗󰫈󰡗󰶂󰞂󰆘󰈲󰲏󰈲󰃖󰈲󰌆󰮦󰿟󰃼󱆎󰒼󰩎󰝐󰚳󰐃󰛦󰹁󰬑󱅽󰩬󰪨󰇰󰄥󰆦󰐘󱀍󰄬󱌟󰁲󰜳󰸋󰿙󰩟󰆵  the garden to cut a cabbage leaf  󰈾󰅇󰓦󰵗󰃖󰁘󰮦󰖈󰭭󰩮󰃁󰁲󰀿󰕹󰶢󰉶󰚸󰆴󰑮󰀅󰂹󰘘󰆢󰥾󰩧󰀷󱁚󰤉󰜔󰉍󰩿󰄥󰪓󱁥󰽃󰆔󰦣󰃻󰉓󰬄󰝼󰳽󰀤󰒙󰫁󰠰󰫼󰚼󰁦󰙿󰁴󰻫󰈕󰱤󰟠󰡼󰓠󰥻󱈌󰋚󰈫󰁉󰏂󰀄󰃾󰨒󰡗󰾙  and at the same time  󰚫󰓦󰬋󰐪󰝞󱈡󰛎󰫥󱇟󱍑󰆰󱊑󰼻󱆔󰳾󰁾󱈎󰜉󰕒󱃜󰃶󰆥󰂃󰧿󰚖󰱶󰔼󰒳󰚄󰆄󰴼󰅴󰃼󰥤󰬾󰂫󱆛󱊯󰎁󰚳󰓐󰠡󰽆󰂶󰳿󰰽󰷑󰀵󰆊󰽜󰊼󰠞󱁫󰖒󰡀󰎢󰭑󰤶󰄐󰉌󱂴󰄠󰕇󱋗󰵉󰅇󰳩󰓦󰵗󰬋󰋆󰖈󰩮󰛸󰈯󰺆󰧁󰶡󰳮󰉙󰞛󱀦󰸵󰇵󱋊󰴟󰣺󰺻󰥪  down the street  󱈊󰠗󱈊󰠗󰑿󰖈󰩮󱅄󰛸󰁦󰙿󰁴󱄊󰳻󰦣󰺙󱅅󰟫󰄑󰭙󰄁󱂂󰋖󰵴󰹔󱂪󰁁󰛹󰕃󰽞󰎮󰭲󰤳󰍳  into the shop what no soap

 her fingers fumbled at  󰋷󰓧󰔹󰽇󱁧󰾃󰂬󰡅󱉪󰬑󰹴󱋎󰆹󰢽󰞹󰵇󰾬󱁚󰙐󰲍󱁯󰓧󰽇󰾃󰞇󰶏󰖿󰀙󰶸󰕆󰃘󰐬󰵷󰀤󰒣󰀖󰀭󰬑󰞠󰍍󰴵󰇢󰞴󰝧󰖿󰡞󰏽󰆅󰒟󰠔󱃌󰑩󰼻󰊯󰃧󰈯󰣠󰧣󰎀󰯺󰨽󰿊󰝑󰆇󱅢󱈌󰎣󰰏󰄻󰉳󰄠󰯿  what ailed so smart a  󱋜󱍠󰛿󱆸󰇈󰦙󰵷󰀤󰒙󰑥󰘹󰑮󰄴󱍳󰊠󱇧󰈵󱆼󰩯󰤳󰍳󰳔󱁙󰜲󰴝󰊧󰨩󰤃󰯮󱄭󰀾󰊯󰀷󰁦󰙬󰙿󰁴󱁂󰼼󰨂󰿀󰼮󰇘󰌈󰠅󰀤󰙤󱊣󰷙󰨴󰀮󰏶󰺸󰡺󰶰󰤋󰆶  to know till opposite  󰓮󰝰󰌚󰁭󱁡󰪟󱂖󰴮󰿭󰀉󰾳󰡽󰾓󰐙󰛚󰈕󰂧󰄚󰶇󰩯󰤳󰩤󰁟󰆰󱁗󱃃  cheek that bore  󰗔󰅌󰪺󱍑󱁹󰡢󰂘󰖿󰿞󰓕󰬜󰏃󰈸󱂈󰽥󰆞󰴒󰟋󰂇󰚑󰀴󰫮󰯯󰗄󰹩󰉠󰈘󰠫󰭒󱀄󰂑󰉭󰵖󰍱󰀽󱋋󰅪󰯿󱋗󰂌󰓝󰽉󰈔󰟮󱁣󰎐󰟑󰛻󰒶󰱂󱋟󰌱󰩢󱁈󰍞󰯈󰸪󰴢󱎃󰵌󰤚󰬻󰱵󰐕󰈱󰧽󰨕󰦣󰃻󰉓󰬄󰛞󱁶󰿀󱅑󰇘󰨱󰃗󱆾󰆥󰒀󰒶󰏑󰶐󰔼󱄮󰒳󰚄󰦏󰂦󰓮󰣩󰫥󱇟󱍑󱁹󰡢󰄥󰿞󰓕󰏃󰈸󱂈󰔈󰵐󰧮󰖉󰹶󰅾󰾳󰡽󰾓󰭯󰐙󰳧󰰿󰏵󰈆󱆡󰦝󰲣󰋝󰑝󰔟󰉺󰮗󱋋󰷥󰓤󰑨󰂌  that like the drunkard goes

 󰿯󰡂󰔷󰤗󰎒󰈌󰩵󰪥󱂹󰭵󰞎󰯽󰋡󱉽󰪟󰒒󱇬󰖖󰤠󰃰󰓔󰹠󰓷󰲱󰞮󰡤󰁞󰰅󰫧󰾈󰻊󱂗󰉟󰸜󰬴󰉷󰦜󰈇󰳭󰁻󰿰󰄒󰐑󰆶󰒒  lonely my days pass heavily i'm weary  󰝡󰔋󰁀󰒐󰂩󰲂󰙁󱇗󱇮󰙚󰔲󰎩󰣬󱈒󰂶󰫁󰒺󰧿󰮝󰙿󰁴󰻫󰃨󰔽󰁅󰸝󰱡󰙅󰒞󰚡󱌲󰉖󰂖󰱗󰇇󰎨󱊔󰃜󰚪󰃜󰙄󰜀󰱿󰚓󰀝󰫟󰍊󰷲󰓿󰢨󱌩󰦭󰖆󱄙󰂥󰙷󰃯󰥷󰲋󰿊󰝑󱂊󱌑󰒔󱅑󰿣󰒔󰼉󰃜󱃡󰜀󱍍󰝂󰨓󰆛󰡞󰏽󰭏󰆅󰒟󰠔󱃌󱆅  come to me oh didst  󰭺󰏚󰜴󰙷󰃯󰲋󰒩󰞇󰟘󰂘󰆛󰡞󱌹󰛐󰃉󰫐󰑥󰽬󰂔󰯽󱉽󰆭󰛈󰒒󰙇󱇬󰖖󰥴󰂼󰯋󰥺󰘾󰹢󰗒󱁨󰆳󰙅󰒞󰚡󱌲󰉖󰹌󰉒󰟁󰀠󰠫󰿭󰏳󰂢󰤔󰕕󱊔󰃜  for thee from  󰥪󰘠󰆱󰢷󱄼󰑆󰟍󰈵󱁤󰃘󰶙󰃆󰉶󰙑󰘠󰶨󱄼󰑆󰈦󱇁󰱥󰪁󰓠󰥻󰭑󰄐󰚨󰄠󱂴󱋗  my hopes so often blighted thou  󰲄󰫟󱂸󰍍󰥞󰴵󰇢󱍗󰢗󰛉󰹿󱉓󰄑󰿭󱂪󰼗󰤔󰎨󱊔󰙄󰚪󰙄󰪻󰙄󰜀󱃴󰝂󱆀󰆛󰡞󰏽󰭏󰆅󰙎󰒟󰪷󰬵󰑩󰶎󰬡󰀅󰙷󰓄󰍚󱉤󰺅󰐇󰇎󰼗󰀆󰧌󰬤󱃴󰛻󰠩󰿗󰆱󰈼󰕉󱈒󰒒󱇬󰤠󰇦󰠹󰈦󱇁󰱥󰪁󰓠󱌵󰋚󰚨󰗘󰪻󰾦󰎡󰿳󰎡󰕫󰁣󰆿

 freighted with hope crimsoned  󰸭󰬑󰔄󰯤󰦒󰈜󰟳󰫰󰁔󰒶󰞯󰱂󰄞󰠱󰣂󱌋󱎀󰡼󰍴󰥉󱄹󰤶󰉢󱂴󰉌󰕇󰚫󰵉󰅇󰀗󰬋󰈏󰖣󰖈󰊡󰒊󰹝󰇧󰬯󰒎󰝺󰴮󰂞󰀉󰾳󰈉󰃍󰤸󱃱󰁷󰇽󱆣󰤳󱁆󱌡󰗞󰬰󰆵󰴖󱀭󰶹󰠋󱋜󰙇󰄓󱍞󰌂󱈋󰣈󰸴󰿨󰼮󱂤󰦎󰗨󰼝󰪸󰊽󰂡  our opening rose their widening  󰋸󱅑󰅾󰾳󰈉󰃍󰳾󰤸󰢞󰫭󱌜󰦞󰫸󱉃󰳾󰚹󰦄󰒳󰴶󰅴󰖛󱂹󰊡󰨢󱅭󰊥󰀈󰾲󰯩󰘠󰉴󰢤󰼍󱊫󱅓󰯈󰸪󰢋󰃲󰿼󰪿󱃆󰽯󰠘󰅓󰢧󰀪󰚖󱇛󱍐󰙞󰂿󰌴󰷫󱆜󰒶󰁦󱍄󰄇󰿫󰠂󰹸󱌋󱎀󰡼󰽆  never shall know and  󰀨󰳛󰇬󰡓󰑕󰴮󰀉󰐼󰁸󰤊󰿼󰅛󰉡󰐗󰀣󰞡󰭇󰾟󰸲󰽁󰍽󰡛󰌇󰌳󱀹󰉴󰙞󰬒󱍖󰦲󰊓󰼮󰄁  it flows sweeps  󰾚󰭺󰟿󰛧󰋓󰅷󱀦󰌒󰤓󱉵󱉪󱅽󰜻󰞙󰠢󱇁󰱥󰪁󰍴󰥉󰥻󱀹󱈡󰧸󰣣󱆡󰸾󰅦󰓁󰢊󰸭󰬑󰟯󰂂󰩾󰀡󰍇󰄥󰡤󰁞󰰅󰫧󰋂󱇷󰃕󰜥󰒶󰣠󰯾󰯨󰁩󰃑󰔂󰄍󰭟󰆻󰟷󰕱󰛎󰂀󰚨󰉌󰙮󰕇󱋗  ever beyond into infinite ways we alone stay while years  󰛹󰰀󰕃󰙸󰑵󰍦󰿰󰐊󰐑󱋲󰔫󱃝󰌶󰓆󰁩󰃑󰄍󰭟󰆻󰕱󰂀󰚨󰁉󰗘󰖣󰗘󰾦󰰟󰢡󰅉󱊤

 󰑍󰅩󱅄󰅩󰑷󰄦󰖱󰊅󰍔󰀜󰁋󰍭󰣩󱈡󱋚󰴝󰊧󰨩󱃌󰀮󰻟󰑪󰑮󱃇󰋞󰥎󰠡󰂶󰘷󰡴󰖠󰅽󰀵󰮎󰹱󰥰󰠡󰌖󰏠󰈀󱃘󰱙󱃑󰉅  can force on me the brew of  󱌞󱆔󰰽󰉴󰀵󰽹󰿦󰤳󰱩󰞷󰔈󰾲󰙗󰉴󰁲󰲥󱄖󰻲󰵩󱌢󰠕󰝨󰉕󰤈󰭕󰀖󰬑󰔄󰄾󰯤󰦒󰈜󰟳󰬳󰌋󱅼󰂬󰲠󰈳󰜗󰬐󰙏󰽱󰻉󰷈󰃙󰙛󰁅󰄥󰱡󱉏󰤄󰀇󰨭󰩗󰀪  grim but never while my  󰀍󰰀󰅱󰴍󱇍󰃏󰭢󰡉󰻓󰩴󰕃󰭍󰌫󰙤󱊣󰛉󰢕󰟫󰵓󰀆󰑳󰀷󰁲󰲥󱄖󰻲󰚃󰫱󰂄󰾲󰢇󰁲󰀿󰃆󰉶󰴈  cheer can all  󱁸󰌖󰌋󱅼󰂬󰟙󰚍󰞈󰬶󰇟󰴬󱊿󰔳󰬦󱀔󰸾󰉦󱅑󰛷󰏢󰊌󱄆󰊋󰚡󰤄󰀇󰉒󰣴󰓀󰼮󱂤󰴰󰱀󱁕󰓒󰒡󰥪  deadly care or your emprises in  󰊖󰳛󰀊󰂱󱄂󰖩󰶔󰟄󰪖󰽐󰢨󱌨󰊹󰩑󰌒󱂧󱆮󰆀󰏅󰳋󰬐󰷄󰑈󰡮󰵶󱍙󱌽󰂭󱁫󰖒󰡀󰗌󰯠󰀔󰝻󰉊󰓤󱂓󰰾󰽉󰌼󰟮󰋆󰪥󰈓󰎜󰔄󰄾󰯤󰦒󰈜󰳾󰻹󰀕󰙙󰴤󰊖󰀨󰱼󰢵󰅀󰌤󰤃󰮇󱆫󰿭󰹶󰅾󰹼󱄞󰖕󱃲󰼈󰝨󰉕󰲫󱍠󰶺󱉏󰤄󰰎󰨭󰌎󰋸󰴮󱅑󰹶󰐭󰄹󰝤󰙈󰂾󱂥󰺳󱁊󰏇󰬣󰘞󱃭󰴰󰂿󰓒󰒡󰀲󰦟󰫖󰇳󰟲󰔧󰨊󱊉󰫿󰉝󰺫󰺴󰈊󱋮󰥪󰀪󰷂󰈼󰍅󰉪󰁒󰴮󰿭󰀉󰅾󰾳󰡽󰾓󰃁󰐙󰳧󱋿󰊼󰠞󱁫󰖒󰡀󰎢󰎣󰈫󱇴󰌰󱁾󰃸󰙓󰿛  march second

 and the pool it  󰡤󰁞󰰅󰃎󰜏󰿭󰿅󰄹󰝤󰉬󰂾󱊁󰰔󱄶󰳂󰛼󰈇󰦜󰳭󰿰󰄒󰐑󰂶󰘷󰡴󰳾󰀵󰗚󰅃󰝥󰸬󰓔󰡊󰻓󰘴󱄭󰉴󰢤󰥕󰦔󰂭󰀈󱄧󰒒󱇬󰄓󰤠󰛄󰘝󰱞󰹆󰋎󰕕󱀹󰃜󰐉󰝰󰗦󰕾󰸚󰁄󰄥󰛾󰷕󰂰󰋂󰽚󰬅  pure as the heart of  󰘟󰆰󰬀󰘹󱆍󰑮󰎫󱍳󱇧󰳺󱆼󰗳󰑖󱀆󰂚󰦛󰮒󰉢󱂴󰄠󰕇󰙧󰚫󰅇󰬋󰀜󰟪󰘲󰃁󱈡󰬒󰗵󰫀󰂰󰃎󰜏󰀉󰾳󰡽󰾓󰐙󰛚󰃏󰭢󰧳󰾬󰛏󱁚󰜿󰶺󰊋󰨲󰥋󱍰󰆳󰷬󰄧󰓒󰥪󰘠󰀷  dimpling it darkles and  󱄾󰬾󰂫󱆛󱊯󰎁󰴆󰃨󰿡󰘂󰝚󰯚󰲚󰟁󰃔󰮩󰋂󰍨󱍐󰱇󰓶󰙙󰊖󰀨󰳛󰀊󰖽󰙑󰒶  depths of the  󰥬󰀍󰅱󰴍󱇍󰃏󰡉󰤳󰿩󰻳󰼝󰳳󰃇󰋑󰿃󰰞󰀊󰦱󰀷󰅔󰔪󱇅󰌺󱃵󰖾󰈐󱇧󱆼󰍥󰗳󰑖󱀆󰂚󰦛󱌵󰋚󰈫󰰚󰅶󰫄󰫈󰙓󰃔󰡗󰶂󰌣󰇅󰬆󰡪󰃖󰈏󰲛󰐉󰫻󰏺󰕭󰁽󱂒󰗹󰿩󰪴󰲬󰃉󰙜󰸗󰡙  i ve a wish in my soul dear love the  󱉵󰬑󰭞󱇤󰗷󰉛󰱽󰰇󰦎󰗨󰮵󰪸󰊽󰘟󰁟󰅄󰯩󰳾󰕈󰔨󰲵󰾩󰫵󰲟󰊹󱀦󰟕󰮆󱀊󰵙󰏆󰼥󰍶󰨩󰮇󱆫󰏲󰄹󰝤󰉬󰳆󰞡󰾟󰸲󰲚󰏒󰟁󰀠󱂼󰄮󰂑󰔟󰉺󰮗󰐉󰷥󰚴󰙧󰅇  that i might wash free  󰞳󰗕󰮵󰹄󰟤󰀮  my sins dear love  󰓮󰝰󱈡󰄟󰖦󰙙󰴤󰀨󰳛󰀊󱉺󰣕󰠰󰚼󰁦󰐺󰫆󰮃󰋍󰏇󱋈󰬣󰦭󰖆󰨯󰱼󰉤󰒍󰗹󰿩󰐩󱁡󱂖󰝺󰴮󰏲  see in  󰋀󰁊󰑮󰯽󱉽󰆭󰛈󰕗󰳾󰕈󰔨󰲵󰾩󰀣󰞡󰄆󰾟󰸲󰲚󰍄󱂼󰄮󰂑󰵖󰍱󰀽󰅪󰰚󰀄󰅶󰐉󰀄󰃾󰃿󰃾󰨒󰥮󰨒󱋻󰟪󱋻󱊤

 󰑍󰴋󰅂󰴋󰊅󱅄󰊅󰝈󰲏󰁘󰭭󰿟󰢺󰟑󱁖󰇩󰖨󰇬󰠋󱉵󱉪󱅽󰞙󰠢󰁓󰽆󰭬󰴖󰎵󰉤󰒍󰤳󰿩󰲮󰡙󰐩󰍙󰜷󱂖󰨾  shall take to-night is through the wood  󰿌󰬂󱈝󰱹󰔍󱃞󱇷󰬅󱂑󰭵󰷑󰗚󰅃󰙭󰎑󰘱󱀔󰸾󰳯󰱽󰙉󰊊󰁆󰛤󰋂󱅑󰍫󱍷󰬐󰑈󰵶󰱪󰾣󰬉󰜄󱋈󰦭󰴖󰿃󰶹󰠋󱄂󰖩󰑬󰶔󰫮󱁢󰫭󰗄󰍥󰔐󰢎  with double darkness till between  󰀨󰳛󰀊󱉺󰐤󰀪󰀵󰷶󰆊󰨇󰥷󰪕󰀹󰹩󱆓󰈘󰋂󰳞󰤔󰕕󰃵󰙞󱇟󱍑󱉵󱉪󱅽󰭞󰼌󰻑󰩺󰢫󰌏󰫎󰃉󰣛󱃞󱂗󰜬󰣋  light shines out  󰆮󰞩󰣕󰠰󰀷󰚼󰍑󰢼󱁝󰊖󰀨󰳛󰀊󱋐󰤿󰀍󰏯󰽞󰆤󰬉󰜄󰶕󰃃󰆇󱈌󰟜󰣎󱉦󱁾󰳪󰨒󰍟  the fence and then the path  󰽦󰡮󰟿󰎵󰉤󰒍󰮙󰚮󰈯󰣠󰧣󰎀󰜑󱁵󰼮󱇿󰤓󰻼󰖩󰶔󰟄󰖴󱆳󰃙󰏏󰯻󰄺󰧑󰫝󰩤󰁟󰆰󰴈󰀷󰁲󱄖󰻲󰵩󰕰󰼚󰫷󰒠󰲫󱍠󱍂󰽥󰔈󰢇󰙗󰁲󰩡󰈝󰥆󰕋󰾂󰙘󰔊󰵿󰠲󰠅󰀤󰆒󱊣󰼫󰙚󰶔󰟄󰎞󰯄󰀻󰌷󰌯󰻄󰎧󰲍󰁡󰟜󰔖󱃖󰅂󰅇󰂝󰌼󰵗󰟮󰋆󱅄󰅜󰫖󰇳󰟲󰸅󰘸󰄄󰠰󰉴󰚼󰁦󰙿󰁴󰱖󰧳󰛏󱁚󰎇󰠺󱅃󰪪󰝇󰢗󰍋󰝩󰚼󰁦󰙬󰑟󰡎󰺬󱌖󱁚󰤉󰱀󰄧󰓒󰬈󰿌󰰀  hollyhock unto a latch gates unkempt  󰙚󰶔󰀴󰫮󱁢󰯯󰯺󰗄󰹩󱂿󰈘󰠫󰿭󰏳󰂢󰤔󰚄󱊔󱂹󰻛󰌍󰑉󱄝󰖵󰬖󱀕󰥪󰒶󰢤󰔃󰎆󰐽󰂲󰫣󰛙󰆁󰡅󱉪󰒶󰩬󰴃󰨤󰆧󱋽󰵙󰸢󰄫󰎂󰇽󰞊󰪷󰅞󱄃󰅌󰡙󰐩󰍙󰛈󰙺  knock

 knit twenty plain rows  󱇷󰢊󰔄󰄾󰯤󰦒󰧿󰻹󰄫󰋵󰠛󰀺󰅞󰽻󱍧󰇋󰝽󰃽󰠳󱇯󰺶󰟐󰡾󰐜󰺧󰕆󰐍󱋵󰮓󱅑󰁹󱄔󰼅󰰙󰒞󰚡󱌲󰉖󰙦󰢢󱄱󰀔󰝻󰉊󰓤󰞗󰓝󰽉󰀗󰳄󰐪󰖣󰫤󰫂󰕾󰸚󰁄󱂙󱍾󰔋󰌦󰜱󰥥󱀺󰒋󰩻󰱧󰡅󰂳󰡡󰬬󰒓󱄣󰦸󰛉󰲱󰮩󱂪󰍨󰕕󰃵󰀁󱍧󰇋󰝽󰃽󰇨󰠳󰡮󰄶󰟐󰡾󰐜󰺧󰕆󱂭󰐍󰸮󰐇󱅑󰭼󰢊󰸭󰘡󰲄󰫟󰟯󰂂󰎉󰙀󰀡󰧵󰔂󰡰󰍂󰟒󰋶󰃅󰔋󱈖󰑄󰲜󰙥󰄒󰐑󰆶󰓋󰦟  third row at each end  󰀟󰂝󰈔󰼄󰖜󰳄󰐪󰖣󰓡󰮢󱀕󰊭󱌟󰎰󰰄󰜠󰕜󰝒󰬉󰰔󱌩󰲠󰜗󱅑󰙏󰭫󰷝󱀺󰒋󰮣󰹥󰳝󰈳󰜗󰥠󰨣󰠼󰩍󰛬󰎌󰆁󰂬󰖩󰜣󰀴󰫮󱁢󰯺󰗄󰹩󱆓󰛤󰿒󰿭󰁁󰍨󱍐󰽑󰼤󰮌󰾲󰘠󰆱  done knit twenty four  󰖩󰭈󰜣󰀴󰫮󰠮󰯯󰯺󰗄󰹩󱆓󰛤󰿒󰄨󱇷󰸭󰔄󰄾󰯤󰦒󰈜󰸰󰤚󰃅󱍧󰇋󰝽󰢪󰻸󰩣󱇯󰁨󰄶󰟐󰡾󰐜󰺧󰕆󰐍󰮓󱅑󰁹󱄔󰼅󰰙󰒞󰚡󱌲󰉖󰙦󰢢󱄱󰀔󰝻󰁜󰻔󰸃󰵉󰻣󰁈  knit twenty plain  󰯗󰭈󰜣󰫮󱁢󰯯󰯺󰗄󰹩󰉠󱂿󰈘󰠫󱅑󰳞󰔟󰉺󰮗󰉊󰁜󰓤󰞗󰀟󰂝󰌼󰬋󰋆󰈏󰖈󰩮󰛸󰅽󰢷󰼍󰓐󰕆󰟏󰚁󰧥󰟐󰡾󰐜󰺧󰐍󰮓󰿭󰊏󰼅󰰙󰇵󰇙󰀇󰰎󰺻󰹫󰒃󰲄󰫟󰟯󰂂󰎉󰙀󰀡󰢁󰔂󰍂󰟒󰏗󰐕󰥫󱈖󰑄󰲜󰙥󰄒󰐑󱀅󰚗󰝡󰈖󰅌󰵟󰇉󰓕󰬜󰏃󰈸󱂈󰽥󰂬󰐲󰖩󰂇󰭈󰀴󰫮󱁢󰯺󰨽󰀹󰝑󱅢󰤶󰝻󰉊󰁜󰐹󰅉󰮠󰆿

 󰑍󰅩󰑷󰎒󰈌󰩵󰪥󱃡󰁲󰀿󰵛󰼑󰄄󰀂󰈯󰅔󰡾󰐜󰑢󱂲󰯄󱂔󰀻󰧳󰔰󰲗󰤲󰄑󰿭󱂤󰉞󰦠󰆀󰏅󰢈󱌞󰀪󰈯󰣠󰯾󰯧󰊢󰏇󰙤󰆒󱊣󰔣  no dodo looks for food on soft  󰅢󰅔󰄱󰹵󰌺󱌿󱂔󰀻󰇃󰊫󱊄󰑾󰵶󱆤󰇍󰤃󰮇󱆫󰚂󰐼󰳇󰙩󰿼󰙫󰮃󰋍󰎄󱃁󰛤󰋂󰇠󰚝󰖿󰔓󰜮󰃦󱌘󱃊󰡵󰈖󱌶󰣍󰊢󰏇󰙤󱊣󰪮󱀘󰬐󰑈󰵶󰊟󰟻󰑐󰿂󰀻󰧳󰔰󰒶󰲗󰤲󰵓󰑳  doth brood long storm-tost sloops  󰍫󰥜󰈎󰵶󰨣󰠼󰩍󰗓󰂬󰒒󰙇󱇬󰄓󰥴󱁳󰧞󰪀󰹐󰺴󰈊󱋮󰥪󰽕󰢤󰝿󰠪󰹁󱉪󱅽󱋎󰆹󰆩󰡉󰾬󰡯󰒰󰨯󰁲󰊙󰼑󰉶󰋮  port rooks do  󰘳󱍟󰄥󰏽󰆅󰒟󰠔󰮙󰛘󰶔󰀴󰐄󱉢󰅤󰢳󰈃󰴢󰒧󱇠󰂯󰲁󰞌󰻁󱊠󰰳󱅕󰽢󱌑󰒔  spoons nor woodcocks snort nor dog  󰤉󰲁󰞌󰻁󱁝󰛔󱋢󰋸󰚂󰀉󰯹󱄞󰖕󰙫󰯡󱂳󱇓󰱑󱆏󰾲󰅢󰕈󰔨󰲵󱄊󰀻󱄡󰛡󱂚󰳾󰚹󰈖󱃦󰁱󰶷󰧜󰸢󰲁󰇊󰻁󱊠󰣺󰩣󰠳󰙣󰉅󰅢󰅔󰴻󰼡󰽟󰲓󰊢󰐦󰽽󰡮󰹿󰻾󰍫󱍷󰑈󰵶󱆤󰇍󱆾󰮙󱃌󰛘󰙚󰶔󰀴󰕦󰺳󰑛󰎄󱃁󱂼󰻶󰢦󰤔󱉟󰝂󰨓󰖿󰔓󰜮󰦼󱂽󰟈󰚞󰅔󰲦󰧁󰄀󱃻󰞛󱀦󱌃󰌅󱊅󰣺󰦃󰀲󱀘󰿭󰬐󰙏󰽱󰻉󰲅󰯄󰀻󰞊󰌷󰾬󰅿󰃁󱁚󰺆󱇐󱄇󰭾󰇨󰠳󰳾󰈯󰧁󰼡󰯄󱂔󰀻󰧳󰾬󰲗󰊉󰄑󰗇󰻡  long protocols

 and i have asked  󰐢󰀿󰕹󰶢󰡒󰶦󰐤󰡴󰉴󰋣󰃝󰮎󰹱󰥰󰝲󰪁󰍴󰥉󰥻󰗀󰆄󰆓󰴼󰑿󰍭󰑿󰖈󰅋󰎜󰍊󰴃󰨤󰮌󰞇󰟘󰂘󰆛󰀅󰔓󰜮󰃦󱌘󰃉󰒩󱆏󰧮󰖉󰀉󰐼󰱺󰙩󰀯󰙫󰘓󰷞󰢻󱊴󰐆󰚆󰏒󰣴󰏟󰄑󰿭󰵓󰟣󰃕󰜥󰺶󰺆󰧁󰶡󰳮󰉙󰬞󰄰󰍽󰓉󰟷󱈌󰎣󰈫󱇴󰕟󰣊󰪋󰏸󰈾󰁗󰱜󰘤󰬆󰃖󰮞󰃖󰚔󰮞󰁘󰮦󰭭󰠥󰈓󰲛󱃡󰎜󰍊󰴃󰨤󰆧󰬰󰔛󱅀  the green swell is in  󰴤󰊖󰳛󰰞󰀊󱋐󰤿󰀍󰽞󰖾󰧆󰵕󱄶󰅽󰛼󱊻󱊅󰀶󰹧󰌩󱈯󰣴󰝫󰶯󱂗󰁔󰍾󰢷󰔃󰎆󰉩󰯶󰞖󰬞󰄰󰬼󰍽󰡛󰢢󱈌󰎣󰉳󰆓󰚪󱈊󰠗󰚪󰥶󰝞󰭵󰓡󰗦󰑉󰕾󱄝󰖵󱉖󱀕󰍂󱍾󱄃󰔋󰥫󰽃󱋏󰐂󰾯󰠛󰌃󱆬󰆥󰭵󰲱󰋧󰱶󰇇  of the swing of  󰣜󰋑󱀭󰀊󰴨󰑕󰘈󱅑󰘈󰡇󰶱󰈨󰥽󰆠󰘔󰥰󰝲󰪁󰓠󰥻󰕱󰈫󱇴󰍭󰏂󰯿󰀄󰉽󰯿󰜚󰯿󰃾󰥮󰿳󰥮󱊮󰩞󱋻󰎲󱄎󰁣󰝋

 󰀦󱇶󰋋󰯱󰲏󱆋󰁋󱅄󰝶󰀎󰫂󰕾󰸚󰁄󰬖󰉜󱉸󰫝󱁠󰂚󰦛󰗉󰮒󰆄󰴼󱃡󰴼󰿟󰝶󰀞󱇟󱍑󰪂󰈳󰉯󰥠󰙏󰭫󰑅󱄑󰄳󰧨󰫱󰂄󰒒󰿔󱇬󰖖󱆢󰸯󰖝󱍠󱍚󰜸󰇴󰻕󰾋󱆓󰛤󰁃󰻊󰽚󰬅  blow and i have asked to be  󰝲󰽆󰦮󰹁󰀭󰕂󰫟󰴃󰨤󰆧󱋽󰀈󰮌󰞇󰟘󰂘󰆛󰡞󰔓󰜮󰃦󱌘󰃉󰒩󱆏󰵐󰧮󰖉󱌌󰹶󰅾󰁸󰱺󰿑󰅽󰀯󰘓󰷞󰢻󱊴󰸲󰍽󰲚󰏒󰟁󰣴󰿒󰿭󰵓󰟣󰃕󰜥󰈰󰺆󰶡󰳮󰉙󰄰󰬼󰍽󰓉󰡛󰟷󰕱󰎣󰉌󰚨󱅄󰕇󰏸󰻣󱋗󰺘󱊼󰀃󰕸󰈔󰼄󰑏󰩵󰪥󰝶󰃁󰎜󰍊󰨤󰬰󰔛󱅀  the green swell is in  󰊖󰀨󰳛󱋐󰥬󰀍󰰀󰏯󰽞󰛮󰓺󰰖󰛼󰬹󱊻󰕣󱆴󰩙󰌩󰟁󰣴󰀠󰁃󰏳󱍩󱂗󰇠󱌞󰠩󰘠󰆱󰢷󰔃󰎆󰯶󰞖󰬞󰄰󰬼󰍽󰡛󰱗󰗊󰀔󰝻󰉊󰓤󰞗󰃪󰕸󰀗󰼄󰟮󰳄󰃁󰝶󰀎󰫂󰕾󰸚󰁄󰬖󰉜󰡮󰙢󰪴󱁥󰄫  out of the  󰹶󰅾󰹼󰚱󱋺󱂃󰔎󱋰󰹌󰙦󰂖󰆳󰞳󰦎󰗨󰼝󰮵󰃇󰋑󰆨󱀭󰀊󰴨󰑕󰖉󱅑󰹶  sea

 i have desired to  󰚮󰀪󰓇󰧣󰎀󱄋󱄁󰗌󱅢󰭑󰙳󰴶󰅴󱉟󰟑󰛻󰄔󰷑󰞸󰫛󰁳󰈩󰛈󰕗󰞯󰱂󰄞󰠱󰿕󰿈󰙼󰁻󰷦󱄫󰟈󰅬󰢗󰀪󰀮󰑮󰃫󰽳󰹛󰎑󰇏󰷉󰷍󰩄󱌯󰕃󱃓󰵤󰦣󱂚󰳾󰻭󱁚󰎇󱅗󱆴󰌩󰲚󰍄󱂼󰠫󰿭󰳞󰉭󱄮󰉺󰮗󰅪󰴼󱅄󰴼󰅴󰢺󰷛󰶔󰟄󰸀󰟞󰢗󰪮󰕘󰑈󰍆󰕀󱊊󰙇󱇬󰄓󱆢󰠈󰣫󰳿󰳾󰷑󱌏󰻒󰶩󰎸󰇟󰴬󰿂󰝗󱋛󰔰󰅿󰲗󰄑󰵓󰀆󰑳󰿼󰎆󰰣󰵤󰤹󰗹󰿩󰌶󰮿󰪯󱁊󰴌󰤍󰵇󰶫󱁚󰙐󰼷󰝩󰃁󰷑󰀵󰞸󰫛󰁳󰈩󰱠󰸆󰝦󰵥󰄰󰽁󰄂󰥪󰡶󰚺󰄞󰠱󰋘󰿕󰩠󰺣󰶫󰚹󰦄󰦛󰧄󰄐󰃁󰕟󰀄󱅄󰀄󰃾󰫄󰃾󰓗󰨒󰅎󰧔󰉮󰧔󱅄󰧔󱍻󰭅󰦺󱍻󰦺󱍻󰦺󱍻󰦺󱅄󰦺󰝈󱇚󰝈󱇚󰝈󰁘󰲏󰁘󰌆󰮦󰠥󰝶󰒊󰀞󰌚󰥈󰍙󰜷󰪟󱌯󱊢󰍹󰉻󰨍󰳃󰹄󰘠󰡮󰈼󰍅󰉥󰿭󰤩󰾖󰄃󰭜󰔾󰧛󰝇󰟞󰁰󰉴󰒶󰯒󰃛󰶢󰶦󰚮󰳾󰈯󰧣󰎀󱄋󱄁󱅢󱈌󰄐󰆓󱅄󰚴󱈊󰚪󱈊󰠗󰑿󰅴󰢺󰃁󰎜󰍊󰴃󰨤󱅸󱅞󰏩󰴮󰀉  springs not fail to fields  󰈧󰬑󰴃󰨤󰆧󱍡󰾜󰈳󰜗󰑈󰕲󰮤󰹖󱊒󰈕󰱤󰄚󰗁󱁵󰛤󰋂󱂗󰚝󰖿󰔓󰜮󰃦󱌘󰱑󰵐󰬾󰿭󱆛󱊯󰎁󱈠󰍡󰭃󰦣󱂚󰬄󰥳󰤂󱁕󰓒󰒡󰧟󱋢󰴮  sided hail and a  󱅑󰭫󰑅󱄑󰫱󱆏󰒒󰄓󱆢󰸯󱀳󰒭󱍚󰇴󰻕󰛤󱃞󱇷󰬅󱂑󰷑󰧦󰎽󰿓󰯺󱄋󱄁󰆇󱈌󰄐󰉌󰕟󰗘󰪋󱅄󰐹󰢡󰝭󱊤

 󰿯󰡂󰔷󱉰󰈌󰁋󰈓󰏕󰀞󰌚󰁭󱁡󰜷󰪟󱂖󰬾󰒼󰸂󰕠󰸡󰳣󱌩󱊑󰧿󰀩󰧣󰎀󰜑󰒩󱆏󰵐󰧮󰬾󰂫󱆛󱊯󰎁󰥣󰋁󰱮󰓞󰉨󰗹󰍳  in silk and you in wool white  󰌍󰬒󱍖󰄅󰊓󰂰󰾈󰻊󱇷󰴛󰘡󰕂󰫟󰍲󰚇󰇯󰒕󰻓󱇫󰺶󱈙󰊦󰋄󰉐󰺡󰪕󰲋󰣛󰓀󰄨󱇷󱁰󰒴󰏶󰾫󰮮󰴾󰢨󰐦󰨙󰘴󰒀󱀒󰦏󰴼  more beautiful than the breast  󰪣󰦎󰗨󰮵󰪸󰊽󰘟󰈢󰆰󰦱󰌉󰃧󰺶󰣠󰯾󰴚󰺳󰑛󱁊󰶕󰃃󰆇󱈌󰎣󰉌󱇴󰍭󰪋󰁜󰻔󱋗󰸃󰓝󰀃󰹙󰑏󰩵󰪥󰅋󰎜󰹝󰇧󰬯󰒎󰨾  shall walk through  󱀭󰀊󰡓󰴨󰑕󱌌󱅑󰐼󰳇󰙩󰀯󰙫󰢒󰬉󱌩󰺮󰺑󰙗󰏎󰍾󰛵󰂈󰈝󰔚󰃙󰏏󰦷󰺴󱉉󰌇󰋶󱊔󰃜  in a windless peace we shall  󰖉󰿣󰡇󰿣󰱺󰿑󰃁󰀯󰙫󰸟󰳻󱄡󰛡󰺙󰨯󰚹󰥳󰆮󰞩󰒺󰨯󰱢󰐺󰍑󰢼󰢁󱊠󰰳󰎺󰹫󰕁󰍲󰚇󰇯󰒕󰃶󰻓󰘴󱄭󰆱󰢷󰔃󰇥󰭠󰝕󰃙󰏏󰦷󰄍󱉉󰢢󰱗󰵞󱀹󰃜󰈓󰝰󱇟󰘺󰞩󰒺󱈣󰮝󰍑󰢼󰁩󰢁󱊠󰛔󱋢󰋸󱌌󱅑󰡇󰶱󰪐󱊁󰰔󱄶󰊷󰛼󱊡󰕻󰽥󰔈󰟙󰈳󰉯󰷄󰕲󰮤󰹖󰼖󰖌󰏵󱂭󰩘󰩐󰷊󰈞󰄮󰂑󰵖󱄮󰚄󰈓󰚪󰅴󰣩󰀎󰘺󰞩󰣕󰅽󰱢󰐺󰍑󰢼󰁩󰢁󱊠󰛔󱋢󰋸󱌌󰿭󰹶󰐭󰈨󰪐󰂾󱄀󰇃󰑗󱃳󱀺󰒋󰊍󰄯󰳱󰬰󰔛󱅀󰆨󰞼󰹧󰴤󰊖  these

 i saw the vessel  󰧮󰖉󱌌󰅾󰾳󰡽󰾓󰭯󰐙󰳧󰰿󰏵󰕆󱁤󰃘󰤳󰩤󰤓󱉵󱉪󱅽󰜻󰞙󰠢󱇁󰁓󰽆󰦮󰹁󰬑󰔄󰄾󰯤󰺤󰻹󰷔󰈢󰆰󰪂󰈳󰜗󰬐󰑈󰙏󰽱󰻉󰨟󰡫󰉈󰠡󰽆󰼆󰘹󰑮󰮮󰘰󰙑󰞯󰱂󰄞󰠱󱈇󰁝󰔁󱉤󰸪󱅑󰢋󰃲󰒶󰪿󱍽󰫕󰒦󰱨󰧯󱆫󱅑󰀉󰹼󰚱󱋺󱂃󰰂󰏵󰲉󰫸󰒀󰒶󰚹󰦄󰦛󰧄󰄐󰮒󰁉󱇴󰬃󰉗󰍭󰌰󰀐  at evening as the sun  󰎺󰹫󰬑󱅽󰩬󰪨󰅓󱎂󰑩󰧿󰢤󰔃󰇥󰭠󰝕󰃙󰏏󰦷󰺴󱋬󱋮󰄬󱌟󰁲󰀿󰊙󰵛󰈴󰙜󰢮󰤥󰣙󰾈󰋂󰽚󰬅󱂑󰉴󰁦󰙬󰛂󱍅󰊬󰄽󰒭󱇇󰏈󰓖󰂟󰐇󱅑󰁹󰢥󱂤󰴰  in the deep an  󰪓󱁥󰧆󱆡󰠌󰸾󱊽󰠷󰟣󰃕󰅔󰟐󰡾󰐜󰑢󱊉󰫿󰬷󰉝󰺫󰺴󰈊󰧟󰋸󰠾󰄹󰝤󰸒󱇌󰗹󰿩󰪴  on the beach  󰜲󰱀󰖵󰑣󰬖󰒡󰌾󱇯󰚼󰐺󰙿󰫆󰶒󰰑󰬦󱀔󰖧󰍜󰜦󰈁󰅕󰥍󰘖󰱾󰟞󰢗󰁰󱄭󰏎󰁲󰀿󰊙󰊺󰩟󰆵󰴖󱀭󰀊󰴨󰑕󰬾󰂫󱆛󱊯󰊻󰡧󰰐󱄡󰛡󱉃󰭵󰚹󰦄󰦛󰮒󱊳󰬃󰉗󱊳󰍢󰿳󰍢󰀐󰅂󰀐󰸄󰮞󰍭󰮼󱂹󰿟󰃼󱆎󰒼󰩎󰝐󰚳󰐃󰠎󰳣󱌩󰞇󰟘󱆀  never return again she said with a scorn upon her  󰒒󱇬󰤠󱆢󰰐󱄡󰫸󱉃󰭵󰚹󰦄󰦛󰧄󰮒󰁉󱂹󱊳󰐹󰢡󰝭󰉹󰕫󰪻󰁣󱊤

 󰿯󰡂󰱒󰂋󰙔󰄦󰝹󰖱󰈌󰼕󰁋󱅄󰅋󰍊󰍲󰚇󰓔󰃶󰆥󰂃󰩌󱍘󰂯󱍖󰗵󰊓󰂰󰚩󰭚󱇿󰈢󰨏󰽢󱌑󰼸󰚓󰫟󰜻󰍲󰚇󰇯󰒕󰻓󱇫󰧥  cow's milk more beautiful than the breast  󱇠󰦎󰼝󰪸󰊽󰘟󰈢󰆰󰦱󰌉󰨯󰀩󰣠󰯾󰴚󰺳󱁊󰶕󰃃󰆇󰟷󰕱󰋚󰉌󰙮󰚨󰪋󰁜󰻔󱋗󰵉󰻣󰱜󰓦󰈺󰃖󰈏󰭭󰈏󱅄󰎜󱅷󰃬󰨾󰬾󰸂󰕠󰸡󰫑󰀖  walk through the still town  󰶝󰼸󰋶󰧾󰃅󰽻󰭾󰲌󰄡󰩤󰈢󱉵󱉪󰲄󰁨󰫟󰩬󰭞󰍠󰼌󰭾󱁞󰧑󰿗󰶵󱀥󰞭󱁱󰃭󰧧󰼗󰬅󱂑󰭯󰱢󰙬󰑟󰒇󱂭󰩘󰄗󰷊󰿭󰢦󰂢󰔟󰉺󰮗󰻠󰁜󰕇󰙧  we shall step  󰥳󰘟󰆮󰞩󰒺󰨯󱈣󰮝󰍑󰢼󰁩󰢁󱊠󱁞󰰳󰹫󰘡󰕁󰍲󰚇󰇯󰒕󰴭󰯮󱄭󰧿󰆱󰢷󰔃󰇥󰭠󰝕󰃙󰏏󰺴󰄍󱉉󰢢󰀔󰃁󰉊󰓤󱂓󰃪  upon silver fleece

 white as a white  󱇫󱈙󰊦󰋄󰉐󰺡󰥷󰪕󰺞󰣛󰿒󱍩󰿭󰽚󱁰󰒴󰏶󰾫󰮮󰴾󰐦󰵇󰌯󰭵󰎧󰲍󰁡󱊶󰙳󰴶󰅴󱉟󱌼󰞎󰃋󱋦󰒵󰂬󰟙󰡴󰨯󰋣󰼙󱀖󱉢󰃘󰕎󰏀󰇱󱅑󰲻󰆝󰖷󰊜󱋈󰝑󰦭󰖆󰂥󰞼󰴤󰊖󰀨󰳛󰂱󱉺󰐤󰍾󰋣󰗚󰅃󰲯󰁝󰍚󰺅󱅘󰖲󰤝󱎃󱇠  of a gull we shall  󰕁󰜻󰍲󰥐󱋛󰾬󰡚󰩨󰤑󰇳󰟲󰸅󰘸󰔛󰆨󱀭󰀊󰴨󰑕󰖉󰂞󰀉󰐼󰱺󰫻󰀯󰙫󰢒󰬉󰭕󰒣󰺮󰢇󰉴󰄎󰂈󰈝󰥆󰔚󰃙󰏏󰯻󰺴󰵆󰛾  in a windless peace  󰂌󰀟󱊼󰅇󰀗󰌼󰬋󰈏󰪥󰝶󰸞󱅷󰃬󰬯󰨾󰬾󱆛󰸂󰕠󰸡󰳣󱌩󰧮󰖉󱌌󰀉󰐼󰱺󰀯󰘓󰸟󰳻󰛡󰐣󰥳󰆮  upon white down  󰀟󰂝󰵗󰟮󰋆󰀜󰝶󰀎󱇟󰞩󰧿󰱢󰐺󰍑󰢼󱁝󰢁󰛔󰧟󰋸󱌌󰿭󰽊󰈨󰉬󱊁󰰔󰊷󰛼󰂓󰞷󰔈󰲠󰈳󰜗󰙏󰕲󰮤󰹖󰼖󰏵󱂭󰩘󰩐󰷊󰈞󱀄󰂢󰵖󱄮󰒳󱊶󰙳󰴼󰑿󱅄󰫤󰀞󰘺󰞩󰒺󱈣󰮝󰍑󰢼󱁝󰢁󱊠󰛔󱋢󰋸󰏲󰽊󰙈󱄀󰇃󰑗󱃳󱀺󰒋󰊍󰄯󰳱󰬰󰔛󰖆󱅀󰞼󰓒󰴤󰤰  these

 󰀦󱇶󰱒󰯱󰂋󰌘󰢛󰲏󰀑󱆋󰼕󰁋󰘲󰀞󰌚󰁭󰍙󰜷󰪟󱂖󰝺󰬾󰀒󰒼󰕠󰸡󰳣󱌩󱊑󰀩󰧣󰎀󰜑󰃉󱆏󰵐󰧮󰬾󰂫󱆛󱊯󰎁󰊂󰋁󱂔󱄷󰗹󰍳  in silk and you in wool white  󱌚󰒥󰂰󰚩󱇿󰈢󰁟󱉵󱉪󰕁󰍲󰚇󰇯󰓔󰒕󰻓󱇫󰲱󱈙󰊦󰋄󰉐󰺡󰪕󰲋󰣛󰝫󰻊󱍩󱂗󰽚󱁰󰻟󰃊󰄴󰴾󰐦󰵇󰌯󰻄󰍾󰎧󰲍󰗉󰮒󰄠󰕇󰙧󰁈󰵉  more beautiful than the breast  󱇠󰦎󰼝󰮵󰊽󰘟󰈢󰆰󰚮󰿗󰣠󰯾󰴚󰺳󱁊󰶕󰃃󰆇󱈌󰎣󰉳󰰚󰅶󰰚󰅶󰫄󰐉󰫄󰺪󰐉󰺪󰞽󰈺󰃖󰲏󰮦󰠥󰽶󰎜󰹝󰇧󰬯󰒎  shall walk through  󱅀󱀭󰀊󰴨󰑕󰘈󰂞󰀉󰐼󰳇󰁨󰙫󰢒󰬉󰜄󰬣󰒣󰺮󰢇󰍾󰕏󰂈󰈝󰔚󰃙󰏏󰦷󰺴󰵆  in a windless peace we shall  󱌌󰹶󰐼󰱺󰙩󰙫󰸟󰳻󰛡󰺙󰐣󰥳󰆮󰞩󰒺󰧿󰮝󰐺󰙿󰍑󰢼󰁩󰢁󱊠󰎺󰹫󰕁󰍲󰚇󰓔󰒕󰻓󰘴󰑩󰘠󰆱󰢷󰇥󰭠󰝕󰃙󰏏󰦷󰺴󰵆󰆮󰞩󰒺󰱢󰐺󰍑󰢼󱁝󰢁󱊠󰛔󰧟󱋢󰋸󰡇󰶱󰈨󰉬󱊁󰰔󱄶󰰖󰇤󰕻󰽥󰔈󰲠󰈳󰜗󰉯󰷄󰙏󰕲󰮤󰹖󰼖󰏵󰥰󱂭󰩘󰸮󰷊󰈞󰄮󰢦󰔟󰉺󰮗󱂴󰷥󰓤󰞗󰀟󰽉󰈔󰼄󰟮󰄸󰃁󰏕󱇟󰘺󰞩󰣕󰱢󰐺󰍑󰢼󰢁󱊠󰛔󱋢󰋸󰏲󰈨󰙈󱄀󱂔󰇃󰥥󱃳󱀺󰉴󰒋󰊍󰄯󰳱󰜾󰔛󱅀󰞼󰓒󰊖  these

 and when i think  󱍐󰭻󰁀󰗕󰆀󰪸󰳾󰢈󰄼󰴮󰂞󰀉󰹼󱄞󰖕󱃲󰥌󰁑󱉆󰥙󰄽󱍠󰨗󱃯󱆾󰵴󰹔󰝫󰵓󰀆󰑳󰁲󰂈󰈝󰥆󰧤󰼚󰛽󰤈󰎄󱃁󰈘󰠫󰿭󰄮󰂑󰵖󰔟󰮗󱂴󰕇󰚫󰪃󰈲󰮞󰠗󱊓󰖈󰝞󱂹󱈡󰁀󰛰󰂩󰮵󰙁󱇗󰆌󰘡󰲄󰂐󱅽󰜻󰍲󱂔󰐛󰭁󱉤󰸪󰇎󱃔󰕴󰿋󰒶󰐙󱀠󰨄󰟀󰠷󰓁󰬅󱂑󰔻󰁦󰙬󰛂󰮖󰠚󰫭󱌜󰦞󱂚󰭵󱅅󰤲󰢦󰤔󰵌󱊔󰨯󰝰󰩪󱄌󰣒󰬉󰶀󱌩󰟘󰂘󰖿󰯡󰸦󱆡󰙹󰸾󰉦󰳯󰛷󱂏󱅃󰪪󰝇󰼫󰙚  rails of fielding dull of  󰄼󰁥󰡇󰐼󰱺󰿼󰘓󰰈󰆩󰹐󰺴󰣺󰈊󱋮󰊭󰁲󰰄󱄗󰏙󰸨󰍩󰫱󰂄󰲠󰈳󰜗󰑈󰬐󰑈󰽱󰻉󰨟󰡫󰉈󰥰󰝲󰪁󰓠󰥉󱄹󰤶󰝻󰻠󰁜󰕇󰻔󰏸󰵉󰏸󰵉󰁈󰈾󰻣󰓦󰵗󰬋󰃖󰈏󰝶󱂹󰫤󰥗󰁀󰛰󰗕󰂩󰙁󰢈󰄼󱆫󰹶󰡇󰹼󰚱󱋺󰖼󰢩󰥥󰞕󰄑󰢦󰍨󰃵  uncurbed indecency of dr  󰠩󰞯󰱂󰄞󰠱󰗶󱋾󰘱󰒌󰄕󱃿󰾕󰿭󰭙󱈦󰗱󰀶󰹧󰌩󰣛󰝫󰋂󰭼󰬅󱂑󰀷󰧦󰮤󰎽󰧺󰵃󰭱󰉘󰸾󰚺󰷐󱈘󱊅󰀶󰣺󰰳󰎺󰬑󱅽󰩬󰻂󰳅󰻩󰑰󰂃󰳾󰅹󰶐󱌛󰁡󰀽󰮒󰉌󰪻󰙮󱊳󰏸󰅂󰱅󰫈󰅂󱈍󰅂󰻣󰆘󱈍  i must confess  󰙞󰈱󰥈󰴇󰒖󰚆󰄂󰩣󰩗󰔪󱇅󰌺󰤮󱇝󰞊󱆣󰤳󰍳󰻳󰗕󰮵󰪸󰊽󰂡󰟉󰓲󰥸󰻩󰂃󰧿󰚽󰅹󱅑󰶐󱌛󰍱󰟜󰣎󰔖󱉦󰃤󱁾󱊳󰢘󰃤󰳪󰃤󰙓󰃤󰙓󰃤󱋻󰃤󱊤

 󰀦󰻦󰋋󰍭󰯱󰌘󰀑󰃌󰼕󰭭󱊓󰲛󰭵󰗠󱅭󰲸󰆙󰒎󱃑󰲱󰺶󱈙󰊦󰆺󰯍󰈑󰭇󰐆󰄂󰄬󱌟󰶙󰶢󰶦󰴈󰅽󰎰󰂈󰩡󰥆󰅆󰢨󰠐󱀲  your faults to me they named them  󰌶󰚀󰘣󰊷󰇤󰕻󰛶󰽥󰖒󰆞󰯅󰶝󱉟󰘡󰂐󰟯󰂂󰎉󰙀󰀡󰧵󰔂󰡰󱋬󰌸󰌇󱉟󱋓󰰽󰁨󰕝󰞸󰫛󰁳󰱤󰛈󰡅󱉪󰕂󰫟󰟯󰂂󰎉󰙀󰀡󰧵󰔂󰄍󰭟󰆻󰟷󰕱󰂀󰟜󰄐󰉌󰕟󰙮󰪋󱋗󰈾󰱜󰘤󰈺󰃖󰈏󰿟󰝶󰀞󰌚󰁭󱁡󰪟󰒒  laughed aloud when they were  󰘠󰍾󰆱󰔃󰎆󰖫󰞖󰧵󰔂󱋬󱉉󰢢󰟷󰌳󰅴󱃡󰅴󱈏󰌚󰁭󰐩󱁡󰪟󰙺󰂘󰡮󰤺󰐖󰧪󰭬󱅀󰛧󰋓󰅷󰌒󰘕  all so well  󰵧󰳿󰿗󰝴󰓩󰈳󰜗󱅑󰬐󰙏󰨣󰠁󰠭󰂲󰫣󰛙󰆁󰡀󰎢󰭑󱊶󰴶󱀹󱈏󰀞󱇏󰲬󰨽󰿊󰝑󱅢󰤶󰉢󰉌󰻠󰕇󰚫󰆘󰈲󱅄󰁘󰮦󰭭󰖈󰲛󰱿󰅋󰱛󱅭󰲸󰆙󰛦  were blind too blind to see  󰈹󰌖󰌋󱅼󰂬󰲠󰈳󱀘󰬐󰥠󰀫󰊟󰟻󰴄󰐦󰠔󱋒󱊃󰈚󱆙󱂪󱂤󰹳󰭨󱇙󰟞󰍋󰀮󰃊󰂹󱃽󰊠󰈵󱆼󰍋󰝧󰀮󰃊󰺸󰡺󰍮󰤋󰝲󰪁󰍴󰥉󱄹󰀔󰉢󰉌󱅄󰕇󰚫󱈊󰚪󰠗󰖈󰑿󰖈󰭵󰢺󰃥󰖖󰤠󰛄󰘝󰶊󱇗󰬳󰸇󰢏󰱙󰄄󰼆󰽬󰖰󰃋󱋦󰖅󰒵󰛙󰆁󰡀󰎢󰭑󰄐󰔖󰁉󰣊󰗘󱊳󰍢󰾦󰎡󰊮󰲏󰕫󰮠󰆿

 and the church there  󰁞󰫧󰾈󰭚󰵌󰤚󰈖󱌶󰧝󰃱󰟝󰐔󰵡󰨅󰾈󰼮󰭚󱇿󰁟󰆰󰴈󰙗󱃃󰝮󰋐󱆪󰔥󱆌󰢽󰡉󱆡󰦝󰳾󰲣󰋝󰑝󱄮󰗉󰮗󰕇󰚫󱃖󱈊󰚫󰬋󰈏󰪥󰝶󰅋󰎜󰍊󰔄󰄾󰯤󰦒󰈜󰻹󰷔󱂂󰋖󰵴󰹔󰄑󱂪󰁁󰤔󰎨󱊔󰜀󱍍󰝂󰨓󱆀󰆛󰯡󰮱󰁷󰶠󰁷󰇽󱆣󱄦󰅥󰘚󰛑󱇹󰆶󰨾󰝺  spire and the vestibule that's  󰢊󰈧󱋇󰴃󰨤󰆧󰬰󰔛󰆨󰲸󰆙󰦮󰹁󰕁󰩬󰭞󰺟󱅓󰯈󰿭󱅘󱃔󰡽󰾓󰨯󰐙󰧡󱊡󰛶󰖒󰡀󰎢󰭑󱌵󰣎󱉦󰏂󰉗󰃮󱁾󰃮󰿳󰡗󰾙󰼁󰞽󰝈󰲏󰝈󰁘󰲏󰁘󰮦󱃖󰮦󰖈󰩮󱂹󰁨󰛵󰰄󰣔󰶪󱉕󰕚󰦘󰷺󰁃󰏳󰢦󰀆󰑳󰁔󰏎󰁲󰂈󰣔󰶪󱉕󰕚󰦘󰁃󱂿󰁃󰠫󰄮󱀄󰂑󰉭󰵖󰍱󰀽󰅪󰁉󰕟󰣊󰉗󰀄󰃮󰼁  tzz tzz tzz tzz  󰁫󰏍󰞽󰝈󰞽󰈺󰃖󱃖󰈏󰿟󰰭󰹬󰰡󰾴󰿺󰑥󰽬󰐓󰱕󰧅󰇺󰺊󱀅󱃑󰉅󰺶󰈰󰺆󰴻󰚢󰫭󰗄󰍥󰦸󰛉󰧿󰈚󱆙󰺽󰵓󰳞󰤔󱄮󰒳󰚄  for a wireless  󰒳󰌞󰎨󰜀󰚓󰀝󱅽󰩬󰭞󰺟󱅓󰯈󰿭󱅘󰇎󱃔󰡽󰾓󰭯󰳾󰧡󱊡󰛶󰖒󰡀󰎢󰭑󰄐󰈫󰁉󰪋󰏸󱍮󰏸󰅶󱍮󰅶󰉽󰢘󰁗󰺘󰌣󰘤󱊤

 󰑍󰅩󰁈󰙔󰊅󰮞󰁋󰍭󰿟󰛸󰨯󰰄󰀿󰍵󰔌󰄄󰧮󰖉󰴮󰏲󰅾󰹼󰒬󰪗󰔒󰠉󰈄󰚟󰋥󰬸󱊡󱀊󰵙󰏆󰷬󰄧󰓒󰒡󰛔󱋢󰋸󱌌󱅑󰅾󰹼󰚱󱋺󱂃󰠢󰈦󰁓󱋲  in the heart of the night and  󱌟󰳾󰰄󰕹󰍵󰔌󰄄󱁪󰠩󰅽󰢤󰔃󰎆󰰊󰈕󰱤󰄚󰛈󰡅󰀭󰹴󰉆󱋌󰅮󰄥󰪓󰘢󱂰󰽔󰟙󱊑󰼻󰀪󰔪󱇅󱁳󱍎󰬿󰿰󰐊󰞿󱇹󱌯  had done i wish we  󰟏󱃑󰏨󰘃󰠠󱌄󱍗󰞴󰑙󱌱󰾁󰄓󰤠󰛄󰘝󰶊󰳂󰊽󱌚󰒥󰫀󰂰󰲇󰗅󰭺󰟿󰿃󰰞󰂱󱉺󰐤󰡴  bees love to  󰖩󰑬󰶔󰟄󱁟󱁁󰁝󰍚󱉤󰸪󱅘󰈃󰴢󰀪󱇠󰪴󰁱󰶷󰮌󰢇󰙗󰒶󰰄󰕹󰍵󰔌󰟖󰐲  roam without sorrow or sigh with  󱌱󰆪󰄓󰤠󰇦󰖙󰇽󰇃󰥥󱀺󰭵󰒋󰊍󰱰󰛶󰽥󰆞󰡅󰹁󱉪󰳾󰕂󰂐󰫟󰜻󰉆󱋌󰯀󱋌󱊨󰧵󰔂󱋬󱉉󰱗󰋶󰏗󰀁󰝰󰌍󰬒󰌦󰜱󱃳󰨯󰧿󰩻󰱧󰬰󰆵󰴖󰰞󰂱󰠋󱉵󱉪󱅽󰂐󰜻󰘐󰫶󰬮󰫨󰨑󱋷󰳱󰽥󰆞󰲽󰜨󰻝󱊢󰹳󰭨󱇙󰼫󰴛󰹫󰲄󰂐󰟯󰂂󰎉󰙀󰞖󰧵󰔂󱋬󱉉󰢢󱄱󰤶󰉢󰃁󰁜󰓤󰙧󰀟󰌼󰋆󰎐󰢺󰃥󰋢󰤠󰛄󰘝󰱞󰶊󰳋󰂒󰷄󰕲󰮤󰖮󰗲󰧨󰜶󰀖󰀭󱋇󰔄󰄾󰯤󰦒󰈜󰭵󰽦󰨆󱀭󰶹  a whispered good-bye i

 i wish we could  󰠩󰉴󰆱󰔃󰎆󰰊󰈕󰂧󰄚󰣽󰱠󱌚󰒥󰫀󰂰󰻊󱂗󰭺󰜴󱀭󰶹󰂱󱉺󰡴󰖠󰧿󰋣󰕅󰢽󱄣󰦸󰛉󰮩󰓀󰵓󱂗󰑳󰁔󰆱󰢷󰎆󰰊󰈕󰱤󰟠󰡼󰍴󰥉󰵞󰗀󰴶󰅴󰍭󰖛󰏎󰛸󰐢󰰄󰕹󰍵󰔌󰄄󰳝󰈳󰉯󰬐󰙏󰕲󰹖󱊒󰈕󰂧󰄚󰱠󰦋  and to fall when our  󰡴󰖠󰍾󰋣󰼙󱀖󰀬󱊀󰃘󱄦󰅥󰜸󰧬󱇹󰦮󰀭󰂳󰠶󰝵󰅵󰍗󰪙󰻊󱂗󰽚󱌞󰖠󰄔󰋣󰷶󱊎󰵅󰁝󰍚󰺅󰿭󰖲󰤝󰅰󰛎󰅚󰁡󰗉󰮗󰃁󰻠󰁜󰻔󰸃󰀟󱊼󰂝󰌼󰟮󰋆󰪥󱂹󰅋󱌼󰡞󰰬󱇓󰱆󰾲󰯩󰨯󱃃󰲥󱄖󰻲󰵩󰳒󰰝󰎑󰲟󰊹󰕼󰨺󱂨󰠅󰎄󱃁󰛤󰓀󰄨󰭚󰉞  of time on the  󰌖󰀧󰻃󰌟󰂭󰼊󰈍󱆓󰓀󰄨󰉞󰦎󰗨󰼝󰮵󰁨󰊽󰂡󰘢󱂰󰽔󰂬󰲠󰈳󰉯󰂒  face and to  󰒒󰿔󰾁󱇬󰖖󰚘󱍞󰌂󱈋󰳺󰣈󰕿󰹄󰝩󰏎󰉴󰕭󱃈󱂒󰚬󰵹󰜔󰉍󰩿󰅮󰪓󱁥󱋃󰾡󰒅󰬚󰒋󰘚󰛑󱇹󰆶󰙺󰟘󰂘󱆀󱁜󰀅󰯡󰵚󰢠󰁝󰏥󰩐󰺅󰿭󰖲󰤝󰅰󰒀󰅚󰁡󰧄󰀽󱊳󱇴󰏂󰿳󰪻󰾨󰉽󰿳󰨛󰓗󰳪󰢘󰳪󱊮󰳪󱊮󰑧󰃤󰑧󱋻󰎲󱄎󰁣󰝋

 󰑍󰅩󰤗󰑷󰤗󰎒󰖱󰈌󰁋󰽶󰅋󰃁󰹝󰇧󱀩󰳃󰺁󰑽󰏯󰖪󰚶󰴩󰭲󰟞󰮇󰏲󰂞󰄹󱌗󰾽󰜈󰔏󰲐󰿌󰑽󰰀󰏯󰽞󰵊󰦣󰃻󰉓󰬄󰘚󰛑󱇹󰔫  hours together but joy must often change  󰋖󰵴󰹔󰋂󰭼󰢊󰈧󱅽󰩬󰭞󰔎󱋰󰹌󰙦󰢢󱄱󰎣󰉢󰄠󰕇󰻔󰸃󱊼󰂝󰀗󰟮󰋆󰪥󰘲󰝶󰀎󰫂󰸚󰁄󱀕󱋢󰋸󱌌󰅾󰾳󰡽󰾓󰅽󰐙󱋂󰑑󰔎󱋰󰹌󱋮󰹫󰾮󰬑󰍍󰴵󰇢󰞴󰮚󰝩  be but gloomy weather if  󰆌󰹝󰇧󰬯󱌯󰻝󰆋󰖪󰚶󰴩󰟞󰍋󰔣󰒢󰡞󰮐󰮶󰨎󰏄󰅝󱍰󱁨󰆳󱃚󰢨󰐦󰊫󰸪󰿭󰇎󰭼󰬅  but spring tis  󰚝󰖿󰏽󰭏󰙎󰒟󰪷󰟭󰪘󰒶󰎵󰷘󰗹󰿩󰡙󰐩󰁯󰌡  expect to find a more devoted  󰪮󱀘󰬐󰑈󰵶󰟻󰫠󰁩󰢁󰄺󰧑󰫝󰍳󰷬󰄧󰑣󰣺󰒡󰘊󱃃󰲥󱄖󰻲󰚃󰫱󰂄󰀖󱉪󱅽󰟯󰂂󰩾󰀡󰔂󰄍󰭟󰆻󰟷󰎣󰉌󰐉󰄠󰪋󱋗󰸃󰓝󰃪󰽉󰈔󰌼󰟮󰋆󰪥󰐉󰎜󱋇󰄾󰯤󰦒󰈜󰟳󱇮󰙚󰑬󰚑󰀴󰫮󰯯󰫭󰊄󰺞󱌺󰿀󰇘󰄏󰺈󰄯󰳱󰮌󰾲󰢇󰙗󰒶󱃃󰝮󰋐󱆪󰋠󰜭󰏵󰥾󰱨󰒀󰎧󰤉󰁱󰶷󰵐󰖉󰂞󰹶󰅾󰹼󰚱󱋺󰰂󰕆󰃘󰕎󰄯󰳱󰽥󰟙󰼆󰆴󰑮󰂔󰏣󱈱󰿡󰘂󰝚󱄪󰆜󱆑󰢝󱌛󰗉󰮗󰚨󰄠󰕇󰚫󰁈󰚫󰻣󰅇󰀗󰡪󰟮󱁣󰘲󰝶󱋚󰰵󰫊󱁹󰡢󰂘󰖿󰡞󰙾󰑗󰥥󰳋  for me that she's a new  󰹴󰟯󰩾󰀡󰞺󰄍󰭟󰆻󰕱󰈫󰉌󰗘󰃿󰰟󰢡󰮠󱊤

 thus let us leave  󰋑󰜴󰰞󰂱󱉺󰐤󰰽󰿗󰕝󰆊󰨇󰿥󰎈󱅻󱀊󰵵󰏆󰼥󱆮󰂩󰏅󰢈󱇗󰣋󱌱󰖖󰤠󰥴󰛄󰘝󰱞󰹆󰋎󰘭󰮒󰉌󰄠󰻠󰁜󰻔󰸃󰓝󱊼󰂝󰵗󰡪󰈏󰽶󰖈󰽶󰃁󰚓󰀝󰍊󰴃󰨤󰆧󰀈󰡅󰀭󱋇󰹝󰇧󰬯󱌯󰻝󱊢󰍹󰉻󰨍󰢈󱇗󱌱󰾁  loitered long in bliss and  󱅇󰈀󱃘󰏜󰫱󰜶󰂄󰫐󰑥󱆍󰃊󱃇󰋞󰊠󰥎󰈵󰽆󱁪󰘠󰆱󰔃󰇥󰭠󰝕󰃙󰏏󰯻󰺴󰈊󰤰󰿗󰂥󰙷󰢵󰅀󰱯󰌤󰪷󰠔󰘴󰝩󰱵󰱢󰐺󰛂󱅧󰼔󰖓󰔗󰮶󱍦󰟳󰸭󰈧󰕁󰞙󰠢󰫷󰛈󰐲󰖩  rove while i shall  󰨯󰛵󰂈󰩡󰿎󰜼󱃋󰥾󰱨󰧿󰙐󰨴󰀮󰾫󰖰󰯽󰋡󱉽󰆭󰛈󰹁󰀭󰕂󰩬󰞙󰠢󰫷󰀱󰓋󰦟  through this

 󰿯󰱒󰋋󰯱󰙔󰌘󰀑󱆋󰁋󰪻󰭵󰏕󰀎󰕾󰸚󰁄󱀕󱈀󰆛󰡞󰏽󰭏󰙎󰒟󱋒󰚽󰋧󰑹󰸭󰈧󰘡󰂐󰟯󰂂󰎉󰙀󰀡󱊠󰽎󰰳󰎺󰹫󰾮󰞠󰷲󰑋󰳣󰺮󰟘  know of the war not one will  󰺶󱈙󰊦󰋄󰺦󰊼󰠞󰥘󰵵󰼥󰡏󰶈󰥨󱌱󰋢󰊝󰤠󰥴󱋕󰔗󰏥󰩐󰺅󰿭󰖲󰤝󰅰󱎃󰅚󰗉󰮒󰆓󰙮󰕇󰚫󰔆󰬋󰑿󰪻󰖈󰭵󰎜󰀝󰍊󰉆󱋌󰅮󰵆󰛾󰍶󰨩󰥖󰲱󰩖󱍘󰡤  is done not one would  󰻟󰾫󰖰󰏣󱈱󰃨󰿡󰘂󰝚󱁲󱄪󰆜󱆑󰢝󰦛󰗉󰮒󰆓󰙮󰆓󱈊󰏫󱈊󰪻󰠗󰑿󰎐󰢺󱃡󰸞󰀙󰮋󱅀󰬜󰏃󰎎󰐤󰡴󰰽󰀅󰕝󰆊󰕅󰘬󰡆󰔐󰗳󰲱󱀆󰜎󰇇󰌞󰝂󰔣󱆀󰆛󰦼󰾺󰙗  tree if mankind  󰬤󰖛󰨯󰱢󰐺󰙬󰛂󰫳󱋤󰙼󰇖󰍦󰷦󰴁󰗷󰟀󱊚󰙟󰅰󱎃󰅚󰌞󱀹󰓮󰝰󰫥󰈱󰭱󰅲󰥖󰃀󰩖󰈁󰦬󰬲󰃠󱋉󱀗󰇮󰠇󰁢󰌮󰼃󰂙󰪁󰓠󰥻󰋚󰈫󱇴󰣊󱁾󱍔󰾦󱍔󰃸󰯿󰜚󰩒󰕫󰩒󰁣󰆿

 and frogs in the  󰨯󰮝󰐺󰫆󰮃󰋍󱁊󰎄󱃁󰿒󰏳󰜏󰿅󰹶󰐭󰈨󰉬󰪑󰔊󱁨󰆳󰇆󰩝󰨲󰥋󱍰󱁨󰆳󰡏󰶈󰘴󰱿󰝂󱆀󰆛󰡞󰝣󰸬󰓔󰡊󰈆󰨙󰑰󰾆󰅽󰚽󰅹󱌛󰗉󰮒󰉌󰻠󰁜󰻔󰞗󰀟󰂝󰌼󰬋󰟮󰳄󰪥󰪻󰏕󰫂󰕾󰸚󰬖󰎺󰹫󰲄󰕂󰜻󰍲󱆺󰝨󰉕󰤈󰭕󰙤󰆒󱊣󰍓󰷙󰼷󰭵󰫼󰱢󱍄󰄇󰴎󰠍󰯶󰠉󰔏󰽁󱋮󰄬󰙗󰧿󰲥󱄖󰻲󰗋󰉈󰥰󰳺󰾋󱂿󰈘󰠫󰿭󰏳󰳞󰔟󰮗󰚴󰢬󰔆󱈊  in tremulous white robins will  󱉪󰲄󰕂󰜻󰩬󰽤󰊼󰠞󰋤󰜾󰔛󰖆󱅀󰧲󰲰󱍡󰾜󰲠󱀘󰂒󰷄󰥠󰀫󰊟󱍙󱌴󰐐󰬜󰏃󰈸󰸤󰖺󰊌󱉻󰼬󰞿󰛑󱀅󰳝󰈳󱀘󰉯󰷄󰬐󰥠󰀫󰊟󰟻󰚅󰄃󰭜󰼿󰔾󰝳󰊶󰾗󰎢󰄐󰉌󰪻󰉌󰚨󰄠󰻠󰁜󰻔󰞗󰸃󰁈󱊼󰂝󰵗󰬋󱃖󰈏󰖈󰲛󰱿󰅋󰀝󰍊󰭞󰺟󱅓󰃭󰿭󰁹󱄔󰌈󰜿󰐶󰿁󰶺󰊋󰇙󰀇󰰎󰺻  their whims on a  󰿔󰊝󰀅󰥴󰞰󰯺󱄁󰨽󰀹󰆑󰝑󰶝󰯅󰗀󰆄󰴼󰚪󰴼󰑿󰿟󱈲󰌑󰬐󰀫󰊟󱅟󰱱󰇰󰒌󰳀󱌓󰜪󰾕󰵓󰭼󰢊󰸭󰪉󰚓󰀝󰂐󰍲󰋨󰄃󰙶󰭜󰼿󰔾󰴒󰊶󰾗󰎢󰭑󰄐󱇴󰗘󰃿󰿳󰾦󰎡󰿳󰰟󰎡󰿳󰢡󰮠󰆿

 󰀦󱇶󰖣󰋋󰯱󰌘󰇶󰓘󰲏󰓘󰃌󰞂󰀑󱆋󰁘󰌆󰁘󰌆󰭭󰠥󰖣󰢺󱀚󱅇󰀧󰻃󰌟󰺹󰻜󱆓󰛤󰾈󱍩󱇷󰟣󰃕󰀩󰣠󰓥󱄋󰨽󰀹󰝑󰛭󰌇󰗀󱉟󰖛󰏎󰅽󰕈󰔨󰾩󰀣󰭇󰐆󰚆󰏒󰣴󱍩󰟣󰃕󰜥󰣠󰧣󰎀󱄋󱄁󰀹󰝑󰆇󱅢󰌇  and youth goes too the world's heart  󱄭󰝩󰭵󰍾󰋣󰗚󰅃󰲺󰐾󰥾󰱨󰅿󰲗󰟫󱂪󰵓󰬅󱂑󰭵󰪵󰝴󰓩󱍟󰡢󱁜󰀙󱀮󰕆󰢩󰳏󰞮󱂂󰋖󰵴󰹔󰵓󰭼󰢊󰸭󰘡󰂐󰘐󱅡󰂲󰴌󰡆󰉠󰈘󰠫󰿭󰭒󰳞󰵖󰍱󰀽󰅪󱇴󰕟󰪋󰃮󰫈󰖣󰈒󰡗󰶂󰞂󰈺󰃖󰭭󰮦󰠥󰖣󰅋󰀞󰌚󰓫󰕊󰾔󰾺󰅼󰦟  things are changed save in  󰀨󰳛󰐨󰖥󱌕󰸆󰧸󰈡󱂭󰩘󰩐󰺅󰖲󰤝󰅰󰅚󱌛󰁡󰗉󰮒󰮗󰉌󰕇󰚫󰓦󰬋󰖈󰖣󰭵󰗠󰇩󰇬󰡓󰪂󰜗󰉯󰬐󰒢󰊟󱍙󰦁󰵕󰐍󱍦󰇱󰲻󰆝󰳽󰒣󰒙󰘷󰡴  beauty of the  󰘈󱌌󰀉󰐼󰱺󰳇󰀯󰙫󰘓󰚎󰻨󰙵󰭃󰡆󰉠󰈘󰠫󰄮󰂑󰍱󰀽󰁉󰈫󰏂󰖣󰀄󰃾󰨒󰅎󰧔󰋫󰖣󰋫󰎬󱋻󰎲󱄎󰁣󰆿

 but when i lifted  󰂯󰰒󰈷󰮙󱎅󰑮󰯽󱉽󰆭󱌯󰀍󰏯󰽞󰎮󰛖󰴅󰗳󰅽󱀆󰂚󰦛󰵞󰗀󰭵󰅴󰴶󰌑󱃡󰌑󰭿󱈕󱃩󰎊󱂟󰠄󰄂󰌎󱄾󰬾󰿭󰂫󱆛󱊯󰊂󰇽󱆣󰤳󱁻󰌏󰫎󰱑󰵐󰬾󰀒󰂫󱆛󱊯󰎁󰹻󰐾󰥾󰩧󰛏󱁚󰎇󰩷󰘄󰅮󰄥󰲁󰞌󰴤󰊖  the snow i saw orion  󰱗󱀹󰃅󰽻󰄟󰖦󰙙󰴤󰊖󰀨󰍀󰐨󰃒󰸆󰈡󱂭󰩘󰩐󰺅󰖲󰤝󰿼󰅚󰁡󰗉󰮒󰄠󰖣󰙧󰵉󰚫󰓦󱈊󰬋󰫚󰬋󰠗󰖈󰩮󱃡󰭵󰀵󰫞󰯭󱈁󰵽󰣺󰛔󱋢󰋸󱌌󰀉󰐼󰳇󰙫󰜡󱆣󱁻󰬲󱋉󱀗󰇮󰠇󰁢󰌮󰄷󰂙󰍴󰥉  as long ago from  󱉽󰆭󰛈󰹁󱉪󱅽󰩬󰼌󰬦󰻑󰩺󱋙󰌏󰈍󱆓󰛤󰼮󰄁󰄜󰓶󱅂󰆴󰑮󰯽󱉽󰆭󰛈󰳝󰈳  father's house dreaming  󰆴󰑮󰯽󱉽󰆭󰀱󰯩󰅽󰀪󰕈󰔨󰲵󰾩󰀣󰞡󰭇󰾟󰐆󰚆󰏒󰣴󰓀󰼮󰋰󰞌󱁝󰣺󰰳󰹫󰬑󱅽󰭞󰼌󱀍󱀔󰳾󰜦󰈁󰦬󰢸󰻜󰣛󱃞󰋂󰇠󰺺󰖿󰯡󰝣󰸬󰓔󰡊󰈆󰆽󰈚󱆙󱅑󰄮󰂑󰵖󰀽󰅪󰬃󰕟󰉗󰃮󱈍󰷅󱈍󰻣󰖣󰓦󰆘󰈺󰃖󰮦󰠥󰝞󰒊󱈡󰁭󱁡󰪟󰉃  watched orion as a girl above another city's lights

 󰑍󰓑󰅂󰦗󰄦󰔀󰝹󰊅󰝹󱃖󰃖󰼕󰭭󱅄󰿟󰝶󰀞󱇟󱄛󱅠󰍋󰍘󰼦󰇟󰴬󰯔󰛥󰒕󰐍󰸮󰸪󰇎󰑳󱂅󰿼󰊙󰵛󰈴󰙜󰢮󰈢󰫑󱉵󱉪󱅽󰆍󱀦󱌃󰓬󰕣󰣰󰄍󰭟󱉉󰟷󰌳󰴼󰅴󰩮󰒊󰷑󰞸󰫛󰁳󰈩󰛈󰆴󰑮  the sloping lines of your shoulders speak  󰤉󰪣󰗕󰆀󰏅󰢈󰣥󰎕󰏎󰀷󱃃󰝮󰋐󱆪󰔥󰴆󰿡󰔽󰘂󰁅󰄥󰷋󰻕󰷧󰔍󰋂󱅑󰽚󰬅󱂑󰚼󰁦󰬌󱅨󰚮󰳾󰈯󰣠󰯾󰶄󱉆󰟾󰅭󰌹󰡻󰤳󱋙󰏓󰢸󰻜󰉠󰈘󰠫󰭒󰉭󰵖󰍱󰅪󰕟󱅄󰃮󱃡󰡗󰶂󰺘󰌣󰀃󰹙󰍔󰡪󰩵󰲛󰢺󰒊󰨢󱅭󰲸󰆙󰤵󰟏󱃑󰉴󰅔󰄱󰹵󰌺󱃵󱋑󰽿󰟀󰑝󰓁  with your western face where  󰙗󰉴󱃃󰝮󰋐󱆪󰔥󰹭󰔮󰝨󰉕󰤈󰭕󰌧󰆒󰍓󰍳󰱀󱁕󰓒󰇨󰠳󰀷󰉴󰈯󰘫󰴻󰼡󰭷󰪯󰅭󰖢󰥖󰜦󰰥󰐁󱅸󰨂󰼮󰓸󰓼󰺐󰘉󰢁󰔂󰄍󱋬󰢢󰀔󰝻󰉊󱂓󰃪󰕸󰈔󰼄󰟮󰩵󰩮󱂹󰅔󰳵󰄱󰹵󰌺󱃵󰷵󰹗󰔗󰭁󱉤󰺅󰈞󰖲󰕴󰿋󰭯󰐙󰥳  each other

 in a feigned embrace  󰲏󰫈󰐏󰡗󰶂󰀃󰕸󰹙󰼄󰑏󰩵󰄸󰝶󰃥󰋢󰖖󰥴󰃰󰇯󰒕󰹠󰢩󰓷󰑻󱃳󱀺󰲱󰞢󰊙󰱫󱁸󰌖󰸇󰢏󱈥󱈽󰜶󰝑󱅢󱈌󰎣󰆓󰕇󰙧󰀟󰀗󰌼󰟮󰋆󱂹󰏕󰀎󰰵󰉄󰰅󰫧󰻊󰭚󱇿󰈢󰆰󱋜󰙇󰾁󰖖󰤠󱆢󱅜󰻵󰚁󰅿󰄶󰻧󰭹󰜞󰟞󰢗󰝧󰀮󰻟󰑪󰃊󰮮󰽮󰿱󰇖󰒁󰪽󰝳󰊶󰾗󰎢󰭑󱌵󰋚󰈫󰉌󰉗󱅄  you stand with delicate perpetual  󰷮󱋨󱉌󰬀󱆍󰁨󰄴󰎫󱉀󰞬󱌺󰨂󰕐󱂗󰬛󱊧󰹮󰐫󰧫󰃹󰑺󰳀󰢧󰇲󰾆󱅄󰒀󰚽󰅹󱌛󰁡󰗉󰮒󰉌󰻠󱋗󰀟󰂝󰌼󰍔󰟮󰩵󰝶󰢺󰟑󰛻󰬶󰬴󰴬󰾇󱍪󰫷󰞬󰱣󰡸󰷉󱋉󰰜󱆽󰊗󱃤󰿖󰨾󰝺󰖉󰿭󰂞󰹶󰐭󰽊󰈨󰉬󰫅󰥾󰩧󰛏󰭵󰅽󰛅󰭗󰝓󰲃󰝓󰋈󰻸󰦵󰅒󰏠󰫗󰌋󱅼󰸌󰴌󰾺󰫑󰐲󰨫󰔲󰎩󱇈󱈒󰈳󰜗󰉯󰬐󰙏󰕲󰮤󰷪󰈥󱈨󱊲󰈬󰀒󰆣󰃞󱄨󰷎󰰲󰣰󰞻󰭟󰆻󰕱󰣎󰯿󰗘󰾦󰣊󰾦󰥮󰕫󰐧󰁣󰆿

 󰀦󰡂󰱒󰂋󰛍󰄦󰖱󰝹󰈌󰁋󱃡󰏕󰝶󱇟󱍑󰆰󰪂󰜗󰉯󰡮󰭫󰑅󱄑󰫱󰂄󰀭󰹴󰪨󰅮󰪓󰪴󰺖󰐂󰠛󰀺󰒰󰭵  to help the brook that went to  󰤿󰀍󰏯󰖇󰑎󰸠󰦞󰛡󰺙󰽩󱂹󱌧󰿗󰨆󱀭󰀊󰡓󰴨󰖉󱌌󰏲󰐭󰽊󰈨󰥽󰆠󰘔󰥰󰝲󰪁󰓠󰥻󰄐󰉌󰄠󰪋󰻔󱋗󰈾󱊼󰌣󰀃󰘤󰇅󰹙󰵗󰡪󰈏󰖈󱅄󰢺󱌼󰞎󰯽󰋡󱉽󰆭󰪟󱂖󰘈󰿭󰏲󰽊󰪐󰏉󱍯󰞱󰏉󰐈󰴀󰥥󰋩󰣥󰃕󰜥󰈰󱇐󰎍󰴽󰋟󰥪󰞯󰱂󰄞󰠱󰬎󰿬󰫲󰧿󰧯󰈬󰵍󰳯󰛷󱂏󱅃󰪪󰝇󰔐󰑖󰅽󰗈󰌇󰼉  were they pearls what necklaces  󰟣󰃕󰜥󰈰󰠠󱌄󰞴󰍋󰝩󰰽󰪵󰃝󰮎󰹱󰥰󰝲󰪁󰓠󰥻󰄐󰉌󰕟󱅄󰙮󰪋󰁗󰈾󰌣󰘤󰬆󰃖󰭭󰖈󰲛󱃡󰅜󰗠󰇩󰖨󰇬󰡓󰙑󰯩󰘠󰍾󰢷󰎆󰒱󰍚󱉤󰺅󱅘󰈃󰟦󱇮  replaced in hoisted  󰙚󰭈󰜣󰀴󰫮󱁢󰫭󰗄󰹩󰦸󰛉󱆙󰠫󰭒󰳞󰵖󰉺󰮗󰚨󰷥󰁜󰻔󰸃󰀟󱊼󰂝󰵗󰟮󰋆󰪥󱃡󰅋󰗠󰇩󰇬󰂱󱉺󰳿󰿗󰋣󰷶󰕅󰢽󱄣󰦸󰛉󰮩󰵓󰀆󰑳  jocoser sung

 the sunshine threw his  󰛹󰑽󰏯󰽞󰁷󰇽󱆣󰿩󰆮󰤓󱉵󱉪󰕁󰩬󰞙󰠢󱇁󰱥󰓠󰥉󱄹󰤶󰉌󱅄󰉌󰕇󰵉󰀟󰂝󰵗󰟮󰋆󰪥󱅄󰗠󰍀󰐨󰁤󱌕󰝡󰈖󱌶󰮿󰝏󰤆󰞃󰙹󰞶󰉦󰳯󰛷󱅃󰪪󰝇󰔐󰢗󰮇󱆫󰿭󰿅󰅾󰾳󰡽󰾓󰢐󰳧󰕋󰾂󰙘󰔊󰵿󰠲󰠅󰎄󱃁󰛤󰿒󱍩󰁁󰛹󰰀󰅱󱃓󰭣󰔕󰙦󰆻󰟷󰕱󰋚󰈫󰕟󰣊󰕟󱁾󰃮󰪋󰁗󰻣󰱜󰺘󰌣󰘤󰬆󰡪󰈏󰪥󰽶󰭵󰗠󰇩󰇬󰠋󱉺󰐤  breezes brought dejected lutes and  󰰽󰍾󰋣󰆊󱆗󰵕󰈵󰯲󰀌󰣜󰙷󰛧󰋓󰅷󰬼󰍽󰡛󰟒󰽻󰄟󰖦󰙙󰴤󰊖󰀨󰰞󰂱󰁼󰚮󰀩󰔪󱇅󰼖󰓐󰥰󰝲󰪁󰓠󰥻󰤶󰄐󰉌󰻠󰁜󰻔󱋗  the east put out  󰃅󰪺󰍛󰗩󰚻󰝺󰖉󰿭󰹶󰐭󰽊󰪐󰐴󰔊󰵿󰠲󰿧󰳽󰀤󰒙󰈳󰉯󰥠󰙏󰕲󰮤󰹖󰊤󰼐󰞊󰤍󰶫󰁨󰎧󰲍󰦛󰗉󰮒󰉌󰚨󰆓󰙮󰕇󰚫  and signed the  󰉯󰷄󰡮󰥠󰭫󱍙󰦁󰐾󰈆󰆥󰾆󰒀󰅞󰃵󰃜󰏗󰭻󰪺󰘺󰤓󱉵󱉪󰕂󰜻󰞙󰠢󱇁󰱥󰪁󰓠󰥻󰭑󰄐󰈫󰕟󰗘󰀄󱅄󰾦󰫄󰥮󰲏󰥮󱋻󰝭󰩒󰁣󰆿

 󰀦󱇶󰋋󰀅󰇓󰞂󰇶󰛍󱅄󰢛󰄦󰬆󰡪󰃖󰭭󰲛󰅜󰗠󰇩󰖨󰇬󱉺󰬀󰽬󰖰󰏣󰐞󰪀󰹐󰁅󰸝󰱡󰲿󰤄󰥋󰂜󰯗󰭈󰜣󰫮󰯯󰗄󰺞󰷧󰔍󰿒󰀆󰑳󰲱󰛵󰂈󰣔󰶪󰠉󰷫󱆜󱇯󰱢󰐺󰙬󰫳󰁝󰔁󱅘󰿭󰢋󱂮󰉦󰇌󰼞󰻢󰸣󱌣󰏈󰓖󰩐󰷊󰈞󱀄󰂑󰉭󰵖󰍱󰀽󰮒󰅪󰉌󰙮󰉗  the winds blew to the shore there  󰂳󰋻󰴡󰟙󰚞󰁛󰺶󰘫󰕛󰭷󰝏󰤆󰦞󰛡󰺙󱅅󰊉󰄑󰊏󰺃󱋠󰊊󰁆󱂿󰁃󰏳󰽲󰂢󰤔󱄮󰒳󱀹󰣗󰱬󰇊󰻁󰴤󰀨󰳛󰀊󰴨󰑕󰘈󰿭󰽊󰪐󰙈󰂾󰹛󰛠󰹛󰦓󱆉󰃑󰯚󰌩󱈯󰣴󰮩󰵓󰾚  that morn but the ship  󱌧󱆅󰧿󱈙󰊦󰆺󰯍󰈑󰭇󰾟󰸲󰍽󰡛󰵞󱉟󰝂󱆀󰆛󰡞󱆿󰗡󰅟󰇤󰕻󰽥󰔈󰼆󰽬󰖰󰃋󱋦󰖅󰫣󰛙󰡀󰎢󰟜󰔖󰁉󱅄󰀄󱁾󰣊󰃾󰨒󰲏󰨒󱊮󰅎󱊮󰏍󰲏󱋻󰝭󰁣󰆿

 i saw the vessel  󰴮󱌌󰅾󰾳󰡽󰾓󰭯󰐙󰳧󰰿󰕆󱁤󰤳󰩤󰤓󱉵󱉪󱅽󰞙󰠢󱇁󰱥󰍴󰥉󰵞󰙳󰴶󱉟󰎜󰍊󰔄󰄾󰯤󰺤󰴖󰷔󰁟󰆰󰪂󰈳󰜗󰑈󰽱󰨟󰡫󰉈󰠡󰈹󰽆󰼆󰆴󰑮󰘰󰙑󰒶󰞯󰱂󱋟󰌱󱈇󰁝󰔁󱉤󰸪󰢋󰃲󰪿󱍽󰫕󰱨󰧯󰲗󱆫󰂞󰹶󰅾󰹼󰚱󱋺󰰂󰏵󰲉󰫸󱉃󰉴󰚹󰦄󰧄󰚨󰁉󰕟󱅄󰀄󰪋󰃮󱈍󰢘󱈍󰢘󰁗  at evening as the sun  󰹫󰒃󰬑󰪨󰅓󱎂󱄭󰉴󰢤󰇥󰭠󰝕󰃙󰏏󰦷󰄍󱉉󰢢󰟷󱄱󰤶󰉢󱂴󰉊󰓤󰙧󰞗󰓝󰀟󰽉󰈔󰼄󰟮󰩵󰒊󰁲󰞢󰊙󰵛󰈴󰢮󰤥󰣙󱅹󱃞󰋂󰽚󰬅󱂑󰅽󰚼󰙬󰛂󱍅󰊬󰄽󰒭󰨗󱇇󰏈󰓖󰷊󰈞󰽲󰂢󱂤  in the deep an  󱁥󰲶󰵕󰈂󰸾󰚺󰷐󰭹󰜞󰼫󱆅󰳾󰅔󰡾󰐜󰑢󱊉󰫿󰬷󰉝󰺫󰺴󰈊󰧟󰋸󰘜󰹶󰄹󰝤󰙈󰸒󰪷󰗹󰿩󰲁  on the beach  󰓝󰃪󰕸󰈔󰼄󰄸󰥗󰫂󰕾󰸚󰁄󱀕󰌾󱇯󰒶󰚼󰐺󰫆󰶒󰰑󰖧󰜦󰥢󰇵󰇙󰴟󰂜󰄬󰀪󰀿󰊙󰊺󰩟󰆵󰴖󰿃󰰞󰀊󰴨󰑕󰬾󰂫󱆛󱊯󰊻󰡧󰰐󱄡󰛡󰫸󱉃󰭵󰚹󰦄󰁡󰧄󰮒󰉌󱅄󰙮󰪋󰕇󱋗󰏸󰻣󰈾󰳩󰂝󰕍󰵗󰡪󰋆󰪥󰃼󱆎󰒼󰩎󰝐󰠎󰳣󰟘󱆀  never return again she said with a scorn upon her  󰒒󰿔󰄓󱆢󰰐󱄡󰫸󱉃󰭵󰚹󰦄󰦛󰟜󰔖󰁉󰕟󰀄󰃾󰨒󱅄󰨒󰳪󰨒󰳪󰜚󰩞󰳪󰉮󱋻󱊤

 󰿯󰡂󰔷󰤗󰎒󰈌󰩵󰚜󰅜󱃡󰏺󰕭󰁽󱂒󰈻󰮇󱆫󰀉󰾳󰾓󰫻󰳧󱋂󰑑󰔎󰰎󰺻󰄬󰷂󰈼󰕉󰋮󰣕󰒺󰉴󰱢󰐺󰙿󰁴󰌊󰿍󰃴󰃏󰡉󰽽󰞶󰉦󰈁󰥢󰂠󰨲󰀇󰰎󰌎󰋸󱌌󰏲󰡇󰶱󰪐󰙈󰍎󱉼󱄷󰀍  his faith pledged to the next new  󰚞󱁗󰈰󰺆󰴻󰧁󰶡󰳮󰉙󰞛󰕼󰟕󰮆󰛶󰖒󰡀󰗌󰭑󰤶󰉢󰉌󰻠󰁜󰻔󱋗󰸃󰓝󰀃󰀗󰟮󰋆󰪥󰿟󱃟󰢖󰀳󰜅󰡦󰛦󰨫󰔲󰣬󱈒󰚍󰞈󰸜󰬴󰆊󰐮󰼽󱆘󰢨󰰔󰙤󰦶󰍓󱉩󰴰󰓶󰙙󰴤󰤰󰶎󰁨󰴓󰠦󰨏󰽢  warmer breath and richer bowers  󱂤󱍐󰛁󱅸󰏩󰖉󰿭󰿅󰐭󰶱󰈨󰙈󰍒󰣡󰞛󰨺󰟕󰮆󰛶󰖒󰡀󰎢󰭑󰄐󰒏󰪋󱋗󰸃󰓝󰀃󰹙󰍔󰋆󰎻󰘲󰅋󰗠󱅭󰦳󰎃󰊚󰽍󰵽󰛔󰱍󱃿󱍛󱉱󰛒󰟈󰋮󰒺󱈣󰮝󰙿󰫆󰚙󰝏󰤆󱊀󰕎󰿩󰪣󱆮󰆀󰢈󰸰󱄃󰤚󰉴󰈱󰧽󰽗  autumn claimed by  󰐲󰂇󰭈󰜣󰎞󰶾󰇯󰓔󰡊󰈆󰆽󰹿󱆙󱂪󰢥󰴰󰱀󰜔󰩿󰵆󱄃󰈖󰈱󰧽󰘽󰾏󰡉󰙹󰞶󰉦󰳯󰛷󱂏󰽥󰔈󰲠  for her lover

 and even in winter's  󰑳󰁔󰨯󰆱󰔃󰎆󰗃󰭢󰡉󰾬󱍆󱄭󰅿󰄶󰘫󰕛󰰬󰳽󰒣󰺮󰟘󰆛󰡞󰯡󰝣󰸬󰡊󰈆󰆽󰈚󱆙󱂪󰍨󱍐󰪺󱍑󰆰󰙑󰙗󱃃󰝮󱅑󰋐󱆪󰔥󰝃󱍇󱊴󰾟󰸲󰽁󰲐󰌇󰿌󰬂󰴕󰢖󰀳󰜅󰩜󰒎󱃑󰉅󰁨󰈰󰠠󱌄󱍗󰁰󰧿  discover her routs and balls  󰃵󰏗󰃁󰌍󰑉󱄝󰖵󰬖󰦃󰀲󰕘󰉯󰷄󰀫󰟻󰚅󰭜󰼿󰔾󰽥󰔈󰵐󰧮󱌌󰏲󰶱󰈨󰙈󱆰󰭳󰂧󰄚󰶇󰯲󰁰󰍾󰞯󰱂󰿭󰄞󰠱󰣂󱌋󱎀󰡼󰓠󰥉󱄹󰉢󰃁󰁜󰓤󰞗󰓝󰃪󰕸󰼄󰟮󰩵󰪥󰅜󱃡󰰢󰍈󰕀󰦉󰬰󰔛󰖆󰂥󰙷󰂊󰺯󰊇󰘆󰘿󰐇󰇎󰀆󰑳  time were his reasons  󰃪󰕸󰀗󰖜󰳄󰐪󰣩󱅄󰓡󰰵󰼛󰞝󰻸󰛔󱄾󰬾󰀒󰂫󱆛󱊯󰫬󰝏󰤆󰞃󰟭󰃀󰋧󱊸󱈿󰬳󰫗󰟩󰥔󰷽󰵽󰗒󰟋󱉸󰑙󰣋  love's a gallant  󰼷󱂑󰰽󰉴󰕝󰅣󱌋󱎀󰡼󰓠󰥻󰤶󰉢󰃁󰁜󰓤󰞗󰃪󰽉󰀗󰌼󰟮󰋆󰪥󱅄󰅜󱅄󰗠󱅭󰚠󰮕󰌤󰠔󰥨󱌱󱇬󰖖󰥴󰘼󱁄󰓔󰡊󰥾󰌯󰅿󰲗󰟫󰢦󰍨󰕕󰃵󰏗󰮜󰨯󰫥󰓫󰈙󱆁󰶀󱌩󰢇󰲱󰄎󰂈󰈝󰉱󰡁󰍷󰱳󰾟󰚆󰏒󰣴󰏟󰏳󰁁󰍨󰕕󰃵󰏗󰌍󰑉󱄝󰖵󰬖󰛔󰧟󱋢󰋸  seasons

 󰑍󰅩󰦗󰙔󰝹󰁋󱅄󰒊󰏺󰁽󱂒󰉁󰩴󰑽󰏯󰆋󰖪󰰷󰴩󰟭󰯮󰪘󰉴󰟿󰨆󰖨󰋙󰡓󱍟󰟘󰂘󰀅󰀙󰽓󰠉󰾡󰓷󰑻󰔔󰼉  possess'd with these thy softer chaster power  󰢇󰘎󰕹󰫉󰉶󰹣󰣕󱁗󰤽󱈣󱍄󰄇󰳾󰂸󰄇󱀶󰁧󰥰󰳺󰾋󰉠󰈘󰠫󰄮󰂑󰉭󰵖󰀽󰮒󰉌󰄠󰪋󰏸󱋗󰈾󰱜󰓦󰂝󰵗󰡪󰬋󰋆󰖈󰽶󰃁󰨢󱁐󰆭󰀱󰂶󰗆󰳾󰀵󰼙󰖳󱀖󰀬󱉢󰌹󰝖󰥖󰸾󰉦󰳯󰘧󰸣󱅸󰄗󰄪󰿭󰁁󰍨󰵌󰬻󰮜󰀁󰐕󰂻󰪄󱍊󰊼󰠞󰋤  of sprightly youth thy native  󱌌󰹶󰅾󰹼󱄞󰖕󱃲󰼈󰝨󰤈󰭕󱃁󰛤󰓀󰄨󱂤󰉞󱆮󰆀󰪸󰸰󰤚󰬻󰃁󰐕󰈱󰧽󰘽󰼟󰍡󰉨󰽽󰶵󰻡󰞭󱁱󰂟󰿭󰇎󰀆󰑳󰁔󱃃󰲥󱄖󰻲󰚃󱃹󰿝󰢲󰼳󰘭󰧄󰁉󰕟󰣊󱁾󰢘󰫄󰢘󱅄󰁫  the worm of  󰎕󰏎󰅽󰁾󱈎󱁩󰭽󰏵󱂭󰹠󰢩󰓷󰑻󰘭󰒳󰴶󰴼󱂴󰑿󰅴󰿟󰰭󰹬󰆋󰹳󰰷󰭨󱇙󰞴󰝧󰔣󱆀󰖿󰯡󱆿󰗡󰅟󰳂󰼰󰎎󰫁󰠰  prey'd on the forsaken love-sick maid

 when sappho struck the  󰀾󰙣󰅯󰊯󰄶󰭖󰹰󰙱󱃮󰓺󱋷󰊌󰿷󱄆󰊋󱉏󰤄󰀇󰨭󰺻󰹫󰲄󰂐󰜻󰍲󱋘󰄃󰭜󰼿󰔾󰝳󰊶󰋤󰾗󰭑󰤶󰉢󰄻󰄠󰦏󱄥󰦏󰚴󰦏󰫚󱁣󰑿󰖈󰽶󰃁󰸞󰖨󰩈󰅼󰦟󰫖󰁨󰇳󰟲󰨊󱊉󱂘󰏖󰦣󰙠󰸵󱉏󰤄󰀇󰰎󰨭󰺻󰌾󱋓󰡴󰰽󰉴󰋣󰗚󰅃󰲯󰁝󰔁󱉤󰿭󱅘󰖲󰤝󰴢󱎃󰙻󰸭󰈧󰠶󰙍󰅵󰪙󰻊󰭚󰋰󰣟󰓫󰈙󱆁󰶀󰘞󱃭󰲁  on fire and when she  󰦮󰐲󰖩󰭈󰜣󰟄󰘍󱍸󰈐󰜘󱇧󰈵󰷧󱇲󰿒󰿭󰾚󰏚󰜴󰩈󰚍󰞈󰸜󰬴󰴬󰲙󰔘󱉆󰫭󱌜󰵇󰲱󰺶󰛅󰈅󰿧󰳽󰀤󰬣󰙇󰾁󰊝󰖖󰤠󰇦󰠹󰈦󱇁󰱥󰪁󰍴󰥉󱄹󰤶󰉢󱂴󰉌󰻠󰕇󰙧󰀟󰌼󰟮󰋆󰪥󱅄󰅋󰗠󰇩󰇬󰡓󰀂󰁛󰉅  captive soul was charm'd  󰍳󰤓󱉵󱉪󰕁󰞙󰠢󱇁󰱥󰪁󰓠󰥻󰤶󰎣󰉌󰈫󰗘󰃿󰗘󱅄󰃿󰰟󰃿󰕫󰁣󰆿

 󰑍󰴋󰪻󰴋󰅂󰍢󰴋󰝪󰏡󰦗󰢛󰔀󰬆󰃖󰭭󰲛󱃡󰒊󰎜󰍊󰉆󱋌󰆚󰣺󰛔󱋢󰋸󰏲󰐭󰄹󰝤󰂾󱇳󰇽󱁏󰑗󰳚󰂪󰄘󱇓󰒩󰵐󰧮󰖉󱅑󱌌󰅾󰁸󰤊󰅛󰉡󰱖󰢉󰾬󰌯󰅿󱁚󰎧󰲍󰌞󰼉󰏚󱄙󰟿󱀭󰀊󰁼󰁛  quivering wire the throbbing breast was all  󰲁󰇊󱁝󰣺󰦃󰀲󰕘󱀘󰬐󰑈󰵶󰟻󰚅󰄃󰭜󰔾󱁫󰖒󰡀󰎢󰭑󰄐󰔖󰅂󰍢󰏡󰍢󰃮󰀐󰊃󰯼󰏡󰅂󰁘󰮦󰠥󱃡󱂹󰫤󱈡󰫂󰁬󰸚󰁄󰉜󰰳󰴛󰲄󰬑󱅽󰉆󱋌󱊠󰽎󰧟󱄾󰒼󰩎󰝐󰚳󰐃󰒎󰦮󰐲  raised the vocal lay the  󰁛󰧿󰈯󰊦󰉐󱀋󰦣󰛡󰺙󱂚󰬚󰒋󰼶󰬭󰢈󰄼󰴮󰐭󰄹󰝤󰙈󱂥󰺳󰑛󰶀󰬣󰀖󰬑󰠶󰙍󰅵󰪙󰋂󰿭󰑳󱃃󰝮󰋐󱆪󰔥󰝃󱍇󱊴󰚆󱂀󰀪󰫝󰏰  away but had  󰀌󰳾󰟿󱀭󰶹󰡓󱍟󰂘󰖿󰀙󰽓󰠉󰾡󱌓󰓷󰑻󰔔󰎕󱂑󰨯󰚼󰁦󰵏󰬌󰉥󱅑󰤩󰾖󰢹󰁝󱉤󰸪󰈃󰴢󰙻󰸭󰈧  with these thy softer chaster power  󰢇󰒶󰶙󰦻󰉶󰣕󰭵󰚼󱍄󰄇󱀶󰁧󰥰󰳺󰾋󰷧󱂿󰈘󰠫󰏳󰭒󰂑󰉭󰵖󰍱󰮗󰅪󰻠󱊳󰬃󰪻󰷅󰪻󰼁󰈲󰮞󰮦󰭭󰮦󰿟󰢺󱁖󰨢󱅭󱁐󰆭󰀱󰘷󰒶󰀵󰼙󱀖󱉢󱊀󰤳󰅥󰄏󰺈󰸣󱌣󰂟󰸪󱅑󰁁󰵌󰙞󰂻󰪄󱍊󰠞󱁫󰆞󰗌󰯅󰵞󱀹󰗔󰭻󰁀󰂩󰆀󰢈󰄼󰴮󰹶󰅾󰾳󰡽󰾓󰭯󰀪󰗚󱋂󰝥󰇯󰒕󰻓󰾞󰣦󱀗󰷍󱀅󰌖󰏠󰫗󱌈󱃹󰿝󰢲󰼳󰘭󰍱󰮒󰁉󱊳󰍢󰸄󰉹󰊮󰏡󱊤

 thy native smiles of  󰤚󰀁󰐕󰈱󰘽󰾏󰭢󰾿󰥨󰣦󰞭󱁱󰐇󰿭󰀆󰑳󰁔󱃃󰲥󱄖󰻲󰚃󱃹󰿝󰢲󰼳󰘭󰧄󰮒󰪻󰉗󰅂󰬢󱍌󰲏󱍌󰪻󰈠󱃖󰈠󰟑󱁖󰗠󰇩󰖨󰇬󰠋󱉵󱉪󰫟󰜻󱋎󰆹󰡭󱊴󰊹󰩑󰌒󱂧󱆮󰆀󰙁󰢈󰣥󰎕󰭵󰧿󰀩󰁾󱈎󰜉󱁩󰭽󰏵󱂭󰹠󰢩󰓷󰑻󰘭󱄮󰒳󰹬󰆋󰹳󰰷󱇙󰞴󰯮󰝧  never prey'd on the forsaken  󰌇󱉟󱌱󰋢󰖖󰤠󰛄󰘝󰶊󰢈󰄼󰏲󰐭󰽊󰉬󰌜󰻵󰱨󰩨󰖄󰀮󰻟󰾫󰄴󰎫󱍳󱇧󰳺󱆼󰑖󰅽󰢝󰦛󰟜󰄐󰮒󰉌󱇴󰕟󱊳󰍢󰸄󰀐󰸄󰀐󰸄󰯼󰸄󰯼󰏡󱇚󰁘󰌆󰮦󰭭󰪻󰢺󰟑󰝂󰨓󰆛󰡞󰔓󰦼󰎌󰆁󰲽󰻝󰆋󰖪󰰷󰴩󰟞󰋲󱄾󰒼󰀒󰒼󰩎󰝐󰚳󰐃󰒎󰼆  mourn'd a hapless flame  󱈍󰁗󰻣󰱜󰸊󰅂󰍔󰈏󰮦󰠥󱃡󰢺󰟑󱃡󰝂󰨓󰆛󰡞󰦼󰫣󰛙󰆁󰆞󱂊󰶝󰼸󰲳󱃴󰛻󰠩󰘠󰆱󰔃󰯑󱋑󰔗󰽿󰟀󱊚󰙟󰴢󱅦󱎃󱇠󰪴󰲁󰱬󰇊󱁝󱊠󰰳󰯗  rocks her tender  󱀘󰬐󰙏󰽱󰻉󰈭󰏹󰪒󰱳󰾟󰸲󰓉󰟷󰕱󰋚󰈫󰕟󰏂󰀄󰃾󰨒󰿳󰨒󱊮󰳪󱋻󰪻󱋻󰕫󰁣󰆿

 󰑍󰅩󰑷󰎒󰖱󰈌󰩵󰪥󱅄󰨢󰇩󰖨󰇬󰴨󰑕󰴮󰂞󰅾󰾳󰡽󰾓󰐙󰗚󱋂󰑑󰔎󱋰󰹌󰂖󰺻󰀲󱀘󰂞󱀘󰂒󰙏󰭿󰕷󰷓󱂟󰔏󰽁󰲴󰤰󰟿󱀭󰀊󰂱󰪂󰜗  fountain now boils like a pot through  󰅾󰐼󰳇󰿼󰘓󰫿󰉝󰺫󰦷󰺴󰌩󱈯󰣴󰋂󰽚󰬅󱂑󰚼󰁦󰙬󰛂󱅧󰈋󰖓󰔗󰏥󱉤󰸪󰇎󰾚󰭺󰏚󰿃󱀭󰀊󰀂󰁛󰀷󱈙󰊦󰋄󰉐󰠓󰵻󰙛󰯻󱀔󰖧󰀷󰜦󰈁󰥢󰒞󰚡󱌲󰉖󰙦󰢢󱄱󰀔󰉢󰉊󰁜󰙧󰅇󰬋󰳄󱅄󰝞󰝰󱈡󰔑󰴝󰊧󰨩󰍋󰝩  bubbles red hot the ground  󰬤󰖛󰏎󰃁󰁦󰙿󰁴󰌊󰃴󰃏󰭢󰡉󱆡󰐠󰸾󱊽󱊚󰿭󰙟󰴢󰿼󱇠󰱀󰄧󰑣󰇨󰠳󰅔󰟐󰡾󰐜󰑢󱁭󰁠󰌷󰔰󰌯󰑔󰉴󰚖󰱶󰗉󰮗󰝻󰉊󰓤󰙧󰂌󰓝󰃪󰽉󰀗󰟮󰳄󱃡󰥗󰰵󰉄󰰅󱃞󰋂󱂗󰜬  like overbaked bread  󰺪󰞽󰔀󰜹󰈺󰡪󰈏󰪥󱃡󰨢󰇩󰇬󰁼󰚮󰼻󰳾󰁾󱈎󰜉󰇿󰀣󰱣󰡸󰌩󱈯󰮩󰋂󱇷󰢊󰸭󰘡󰂐󰘐󰝏󰎌󱄣󰍥󰔐󱀆󱇛󰃵󰏗󰀁󱌶󰓫󰈙󱆁󰶀󱌩󰀖󰂇  wracked is bents dried up and  󰥪󰀪󰢤󰢷󰯑󰾵󰛖󰴅󰗳󰑖󱀆󰂚󰦛󰟜󰄐󰔖󰁉󰗘󰃿󰾦󱅄󰾦󰃿󰉹󰕫󰉹󱊤

 the fallow fields glitter  󰙧󰔆󰌼󰋆󰪥󱅄󰃥󰤠󰍖󱁄󰩧󰱨󰙐󰘡󰲄󰂐󰜻󰅸󰡩󱆣󰕎󰼀󰛶󰽥󰆞󰗌󰯅󱀹󰏗󰀁󰩪󰄟󰼛󱋸󰞝󰋈󰻸󰒡󰥪󰽕󰿗󰆱󰥕󰓃󰥰󰳺󱆼󰍥󰑖󱀆󰢝󰦛󰄐󰉌󰕟󰉗󰃮󰪃󱈍󰻣󰱜󰓦󰈺󰵗󰡪󰈏󰪥󱅄󰅜󰗠󰇩󰇬󰁼󰀂󰌉󰨯󰀩󰣠󰯾󱀪󱂔󱄷󰭁󱉤󱉙󱅑󱍛󰬺󰏞󰮀󰨺󰟕󰮆󰥡󰈍󱆓󰛤󰿒󰿭󰀆󰑳󰁔󰛵󱊂󰬗󰹂󰶪󰷷󰿦󰃘󰕎󰼀󰛶󰖒󰡀󰗌󰭑󰤶󰉌󱂴󰻠󰕇󰚫󰓦󰬋󰈏󰭭󰿟󰃼󱈲󰌑󰬐󰙏󰕲󰮤󰹖󰭣󰔕󰹌󰙦󰱗󰎨󱍍  from weed unto weed hill  󰢇󰄎󰎰󰂈󰈝󰣯󱄊󰀻󱄡󰛡󱉃󰧿󱅅󰤲󰿭󰢦󰂢󱄮󰚄󰆄󰅴󰑿󰢺󰃥󰋢󰖖󰤠󰍖󱁄󰩧󰱨󰧥󰙐󰑽󰰀󰅱󱃓󰴍󰋁󰀻󰪷󰟭󰋧󱇛󰤚󰬻󰮜󰐕󰈱󰧽󰷸󰭜󰼿󰈣󰣰󰝚󰄍󰢢󱄱󰀔󰝻󱈹󱂓󰃪󰽉󰈔󰟮󰋆󰪥󰩮󰀩󰔪󱇅󱀧󱈬󱁆󰼀󰞷󰽥󰟙󰘷󰡴  bright in the sun  󰄍󰭟󰆻󰟷󰗊󰂀󰄐󰁉󰕟󰀄󱅄󰃮󱈍󰁗󰱜󰜹󰘤󰇅󰡪󰈏󰎐󱃡󰗠󰇩󰖨󰇬󰠋󱄂󰖩󰭈󰟄󰟆󰓺󰰖󰇤󱊡󰥡󰈍󱆓󰓀󰻊󱇷󰢊  we're eying burn  󱌟󰁨󰰄󰀿󰊙󰃆󰉶󰦱󰼻󰧿󰣠󰯾󰯧󰲔󰏇󰌧󰆒󱊣󱆑󰢝󰔼󰕕󰏗󰃜󰅽󰥫󱍖󰦲󰄅󰊓󰷺󱍩󰿭󰾚󰭺󰜴󰧲󰲸󰆙󰦮󰐲󰂇󰑬󰭈󰜣󰟄󱌒󰞖󰧵󰔂󰄍󰭟󰆻󰱗󰗊󰂀󰄐󰁉󰗘󰃿󰾦󰃿󰾦󰃿󰕫󰁣󰆿

 󰿯󰡂󰔷󰤗󰎒󰈌󰩵󱃡󰭵󰏺󰕭󰁽󱂒󰉁󱃌󰑩󰠩󰉴󰆱󰢷󰎆󰶄󰁑󱉆󱌜󰿝󱍦󰁨󱍦󰂯󰡏󰶈󰂨󰘡󰲄󰕂󰫟󰟯󰣃󰸧󰕞󰒌󰲢󰜪󰾕󱅑󰵓󰜬  like paper set on fire burn and  󰌡󰄉󰲩󰪍󰣧󰀉󰾳󰡽󰾓󰢐󰳧󰛚󰄃󰙶󰭜󰼿󰔾󰛶󰖒󰡀󰎢󰄐󰉌󰪋󱅄󰪋󱅄󱈍󰁗󰺘󰌣󰀃󰇅󰹙󰡪󰩵󰪥󰅜󰛸󰲥󱄖󰻲󰚃󰫱󰂄󱆏󰿔󰾁󰖖󰤠󰥴󰛄󰘝󰱞󰹆󰔔󰣥󰬤󰜥󰺶󱈙󰘃󱉹󰻎󱈀󰂘󰆛󰯡󱆿󰗡󰰖󰇤󰕻󰽥󰔈󰾲󰙗  change his seat nor did  󰬂󰢖󰀳󰜅󰩜󰚗󰝡󰬻󰐕󰸐󰜟󰅟󰇤󰕻󰽥󰔈󰒒󰿔󰾁󰖖󰤠󰥴󰛄󰘝󰱞󰹆󰔔󰼏󰏚󰂥󰙷󰚠󰮕󰮙󱇫󰉅  can retreat that  󰔣󱆀󰡞󰯡󰲷󱌜󰋜󰫇󰙠󰪛󰳽󰀤󰲠󰈳󱀘󰬐󰙏󰕲󰮤󰹖󰻚󱂯󰈑󰭇󰾟󰸲󰽁󰒃󰾮󰀸󰝔󰯁󰞶󰅦󰓁󰒴  my ijreast keeps alive shall still  󰧮󱌌󰏲󰽊󱉱󰎳󰛒󰂬󰚍󰞈󰸜󰴬󰧶󰈕󰱤󰟠󰗁󰣈󰕿󱇗󰆌󰍊󰉆󱋌󰆚󰋀󰁊󰂔󰯽󱉽󰆭󱂖󰝺󰖉󰂞󰏲󰽊󰈨󱂥󰺳󰶀󱌩󰣛󰿒󱍩󰻾󰍫󱍷󰬐󰙏󰕲󰮤󰹖󰹚󰛖󰴅󰗳󰑖󰲨󱀆󰂚󰧄󰮒󰄠󰈫󰗘󱅄󰗘󰰟󰐹󰰟󰢡󰮠󰆿

 nor shall my love  󰏎󰢷󰔃󰎆󰰊󰈕󰱤󰟠󰡼󰦮󰀭󱋇󰍊󰉆󱋌󰆚󰋀󰽬󰯽󰋡󱉽󰆭󰛈󰘷󰡴󰨯󰋣󰕝󱈓󱄷󱆣󱄦󰅥󰜸󱇹󰴙󰰅󰫧󱍩󱅑󱂗󰇠󰁔󰏎󰆱󰢷󰔃󰯑󰾵󰛖󰴅󰗳󰲨󰒀󱀆󰗉󰉢󰉊󰓤󰞗󰸃󰁈󰅇󰀗󰍔󰖜󰩵󰪥󱂹󰗠󱅭󰢵󰱯󰌤󰪷󰈻󱊃󰬾󰿭󰒼󱆛󰕠󰸡󰳣󱌩󰀖󱉪  wait on me to the  󱇬󰖖󰤠󰞰󰙜󰿷󱅻󰳱󰞷󰔈󰵐󰧮󰬾󰀒󰂫󱆛󱊯󰎁󰹻󰈐󱇧󰳺󱆼󰩯󰍳󰜲󰱀󰄧󰑣󰻸󱈀󱆀󰆛󰡞󰯡󱆿󰗡󰅟󰇤󰕻󰽥󰔈󰲠󰈳󰜗󰬐󰥠󰀫󰊟󱍙󰦁󰈐󱇧󰳺󱆼󰗳󰲨󱆑󱀆󰦛󰧄󰄐󰁉󰕟󱅄󰕟󰙮󰪋󰁗  my very ashes in  󰊖󰀨󰧲󰊥󰀈󰤕󰡵󰬻󰮜󰉴󰐕󰈱󱌍󰢽󰹐󰺴󰈊󱋮󰧟󱄾󱅑󰂫󱆛󰕠󰸡󱌩󰙇󱇬  like a hallowed  󱌱󰖖󰤠󰇦󰝄󰃈󱆉󱄡󰕞󰫸󱉃󰒀󰚹󰦄󰗉󰮒󱂴󰻠󰁜󰙧󰞗󰀟󰂝󰈔󰌼󰋆󱃡󱈲󰌑󰰢󰍈󰕀󰦉󰉑󰵵󰸢󰸐󱋶󰅟󰰖󰇤󰕻󰽥󰟙󰘷󰰽󰭵󰁨󰋣󰯭󰕖󰹐󰦷󰝚󰄍󰭟󰆻󰕱󰋚󰁉󰕟󱅄󰗘󰀄󰾦󰥮󱅄󰥮󰕫󱅄󰁣󰆿

 󰀦󱇶󰋋󱅄󰌘󰲏󰌘󰀑󱆋󰲏󰼕󰁋󰿟󰲛󰋹󰗠󱅭󰢵󰅀󰱯󰌤󰈻󱃌󱎅󰔣󱆀󰡮󰡞󰯡󰲷󰋜󰫇󰙠󰪛󰊆󰖷󰳽󰀤󰒣󰒙󰲠󱀘󱅑󰬐󰥠󰙏󰕲󰮤󰹖󰻚󱂯󰈑󰭇󰐆󰚆󰽁󱋮󰒃󱋇󰀸󰝔󰯁󰕬󰅦󰠷󰓁󱁰  my ijreast keeps alive shall still survive  󰯓󰸄󰥶󰏡󰎜󰍊󰉆󱋌󰆚󰋀󰁊󰂔󰯽󰋡󱉽󰆭󰪟󱂖󰝺󰂞󱌌󰐭󰽊󰈨󰙈󱂥󰺳󰏇󰎄󰴙󰝫󰿒󱍩󰻾󰍫󱍷󰬐󰥠󰙏󰕲󰮤󰹖󰹚󰛖󰴅󰗳󰍾󰢝󱌛󰁡󰧄󰄐󰉌󱊳󰍢󰸄󰀐󰯼󰮦󰏡󰿟󰢺󱌼󰨓󰆛󰦼󰾺󰵐󰧮  shall my love die when  󰋀󰁊󰾫󰂔󰯽󰋡󱉽󰆭󰀱󰘷󰡴󰰽󰉴󰋣󱅋󱈓󰡻󰠙󰅥󰜸󰇴󰻕󰴙󰫧󰻊󱍩󰑳󰁔󰏎󰆱󰢷󰯑󰾵󰛖󰴅󰗳󰉴󰢝󰂚󰦛󰧄󰄐󰯓󰍢󰸄󰏡󰈲󰮦󱅄󰿟󰢺󱁖󰂥󱅭󰢵󰱯󰌤󱋒󰮇󱄾  shall wait on  󰋀󰁊󰃊󰺸󰡺󰍮󰤋󰝲󰪁󰍴󰥉󰵞󱊶󰙳󰆄󰁎󰚪󰅴󰅜󰖛󰛸󰐢󰀿󰊙󰊺󰩟󰆵󱅀󰆨󰰞󰶹󱋜󰿔  lower shade and never fade

 how ill doth lie  󰠡󰽆󱁪󰀪󰢤󰈼󰍅󰉪󰉥󱅈󰤩󰾖󰕵󰘬󰣈󱄶󰳂󰊽󰘟󰈢󰔬󱋜󰿔󰊝󰄓󰤠󰛄󰓺󰳂󰼰󰢸󰻜󰣛󱃞󰿭󰋂󰇠󰚝󰔣󰖿󰯡󰂮󰪒󰈑󰄆󰾟󰸲󰓉󰱗󰗊󰂀󰭑󰄐󰮒󰝻󰻠󰙧󰵉󰸊󰅂󰳄󰒊󰰭󱈝󰕡󰱹󰺞󰔍󱃞󱅑󰽚󰬅󱂑󰀷󰚼󰙬󰛂󰫳󱄘󰼚󰛽󰤈󰭕󰬣󰀖󱉪󰬑󱅽󰩬󰞲󰫾󰥾󰱨󰀷󱁚󰙐󱀘  flame cannot retain his heat  󰂌󰁈󰅂󰕍󰀗󰄸󰥗󱋚󰰵󰼛󰞝󰋈󰛔󱋢󰴮󰿭󰀉󰾳󰡽󰾓󰐙󰠵󰇯󰒕󰝖󰥖󰚖󰥯󱍘󰻳󱆮󰆀󰪸󰊽󰂡󰶟󰡌󱄕󰳗󰻭󰾕󰭙󱄔󱉣󱃆󰳕󰠘󰉰󱌓󰜪󱅑󱂪󰢥󰋰󰁱󰾺󰾲󰕗  disdain but doth at  󱅽󰟯󰣃󰸧󰒌󰳀󱌓󰜪󰾕󱂪󰽲󰼗󰜬󰆪󰤠󰍖󱁄󰒕󱈨󰱨󱁚󰙐󰼷󰬤󰀷󰚼󰁦󰙬󰛂󰇂󰵕󰲉󰿽󰧿󰬄󰥳󰝳󰎎󱅞󰧮󰴮  set on fire  󰸄󰥶󰩮󰏎󰀵󱅋󰯭󰕖󰡆󰃑󰺴󰄍󱉉󰱗󰗊󰵞󰤶󰆄󰴶󱀹󱈡󰑉󱄝󰖵󰬖󰉜󰡮󰙢󰌡󰄉󰲩󰧯󰪍󰣧󰂞󰀉󰾳󰡽󰾓󰒶󰐙󰛚󰄃󰭜󰼿󰔾󰝳󰊶󰾗󰎢󰭑󰤶󰉢󰉳󱂴󰕇󰚫󰫚󰬋󰠗󰈏󰖈󰪻󰛸󰲥󱄖󰻲󰚃󰫱󰒒󰿔󰊝󰄓󰥴󰛄󰘝󰶊󰢈󰣥󰃕󰨯󰈯󰏨󰘃󱉹󰻎󰣺󱈀  never change his seat nor did he ever love that  󱆅󰜥󰳾󰈯󰠠󱌄󱍗󰚖󰼫󱇮󰨫󰔲󱍼󰋉󰅄󰴈󰁲󰲥󱄖󰻲󰵩󱍝󰏵󰈆󰨙󰑰󰾆󰉴󰚖󰅹󱌛󰁡󰧄󰁉󰃁󰁉󰕟󰪻󰀄󰪻󰃮󰢘󱈍󰢘󱈍󰝭󰉹󱊤

 󰀦󱇶󰋋󰯱󰌘󱅄󱆋󰁋󱅄󰝶󰀞󰌚󰁭󱁡󰪟󱊢󰍹󰉻󰳃󰄼󰖉󰿭󰹶󰐭󰽊󰈨󰙈󰸒󰪷󰟭󰼫󰑹󰸭󰈧󰔄󰄾󱇒󰦒󰈜󰟳󰬳  you time and again and listened beneath  󰏚󰃁󰜴󱀭󰀊󰡓󰖽󰘠󰉴󰆱󰢷󰔃󰯑󰕋󰾂󰺬󱌖󰁨󰙐󰫒󰻡󰆪󰚘󱍞󰌂󱈋󰳺󰣈󰸴󰿨󰠫󰭒󰂢󰤔󰑳󰁔󰁨󰥕󰼍󰦔󰂭󰀈󰒒󱇬󰤠󰥴󰛄󰘝󰱞󰹆󰋎󰗉󰮒󰃁󰻠󰁜󰻔󰸃󰈾󰅂󰱜  to the sibilant sound of  󰃇󰋑󱀭󰀊󰂱󱄂󰖩󰭈󰜣󰘍󰭸󱂯󰪒󰄆󰝚󰄍󰭟󰆻󰟷󰕱󰋚󰰚󰏂󰰚󰾨󰣊󰀄󰫄󰃾󱅄󰳪󰄙󰳪󰨒󰅎󰍟󰵘󰍟󱍻󱅄󱍻󰦺󰝈󰲏󰝈󰁘󰮦󰠥󰣩󰃁󰗦󰕾󰸚󰁄󰴤󱋔󰆨󰇬󰂱󰣕󰨯  pool it is  󰿅󰹶󰐭󰈨󰉬󱊁󰰔󱄶󰰖󰛼󰇤󰸤󰈇󰊌󰍦󰼬󰞿󰐑󱀅󰂶󰘷󰡴󰰽󰗚󰅃󰝥󰸬󰓔󰒕󰃶󰻓󰘴󰑩󰘠󰆱󰥕󰼍󰦔󰂭󰀈󱄧󰒒󰿔  love and as pure as the  󰰀󰅱󰴍󱇍󰃏󰭢󰡉󰐥󰡜󰻳󰗨󰮵󰪸󰘟󰈢󰆰󱉌󰘹󱆍󰃊󰎫󱍳󱇧󰳺󱆼󰲨󰒀󱀆󰂚󰧄󰉌󰄠󱂴󰐹󰢡󰮠󰆿

 as sparkling and dimpling  󰙳󰅴󰴶󱃡󱀹󰝰󱋚󰔑󰴝󰊧󰨩󰈻󰘴󰑩󰠩󰃁󰁨󰆱󰢷󰎆󰗃󱈵󰃏󰭢󰡉󰾬󰛏󰧿󰛅󰈅󰠅󰎄󱃁󱁵󰓀󰄨󰁁󰍨󱍐󰱀󰄧󰑣󰓒󰒡󰛔󰧟󱄾󰬾󰿭󰂫󱆛󱊯󰎁󰴆󰃨󰿡󰔽󰘂󰝚󱁲󰌩󰢕󰓀󰄨󰍨󱍐󰄟󰖦󰙙󰊖󰀨󰳛󰰞󰡓󰖽󰙑󰘠󰃁󰢷󰔃󱀯󰳻󱈨󰺙󰃁󱅅󰞕󰿭󰺽󰢦󰍨  of the heart of the  󰚮󰨯󰔪󱇅󰌺󰊤󱃵󰖾󰈐󱇧󰳺󱆼󰍥󰲨󰒀󱀆󰂚󰦛󰧄󰋚󰈫󰰚󰐉󰰚󰀄󰣊󰫄󰢘󰫄󰢘󰲏󰁫󰏍󰁫󰏍󰦺󰔀󰦺󰔀󰦺󰝈󰮦󰠥󱅄󰽶󰏺󰕭󰁽󱂒󰤃󰲱󰟗󰬻󰮜󰙄󰝞󰲏󰣩󰫥󰀅󰫥󰲬󰨽󰿊󰆑󱃊󰡵󰬻󰈖󰈱󰥈󰍙󱀩󰊽󰘟  a wish in my  󰂞󰹶󰐭󰈨󰪐󱂥󰺳󰏇󱋈󰺮󰘠󰆱󰥕󰼍󰦔󰂭󰀈󰒒󰿔󰖖󰤠󰛄󰘝󰱞󰹆󰋎󰂎󰝻󰉊󰁜󰓤󰞗󰓝󱊼  the wish of  󰘟󰈢󰁟󰙑󰯩󰍾󰕈󰔨󰲵󰾩󰲎󰲟󰊹󰨺󰟕󰮆󰛶󰵙󰏆󰼥󰍶󰨩󰮇󱆫󰿭󰹶󰐭󰶱󰈨󰉬󰳆󰞡󰄆󰭇󰾟󰸲󰍽󰲚󰏒󰟁󰀠󰠫󰿭󰳞󰔟󰉺󰷥󰁜󰓤󰻔󰞗󰅉󰢡󰁈󰢡󰝭󰐧󰁣󰆿

 󰿯󰵑󰽶󰩮󰟪󰘲󰧦󰖮󰎽󰜓󰫵󱌨󰄰󰽁󰒃󰾮󰹴󰍍󰄾󰯤󰺤󰥼󰪘󰍾󰨆󰰞󰶹󱉺󰐤󰡴󰍾󰋣󱅋󰭱󱆣󰗹󰱡󰙅󱉏󰤄󰀇󰨭󰺻󰌾󰄎  trees dancing to every breeze mock hopes  󰏶󰖰󰃋󱋦󰒵󰂬󰟙󰈳󰜗󰷄󰉴󰀫󱍙󱎆󱋽󱍡󰜾󰔛󱅀󰎵󰞼󰏮󰤰󱋔󰙷󱅯󱅌󰥰󰳺󰾋󰉠󱂿󰈘󰏳󰿭󰂢󰜬󰣋󱌱󰖖󰤠󰥴󰛄󰘝󰱞󰸴󰣛󰝫󰻊󱇷󰉟  vows more frail for then  󱋮󰊖󰀨󰖨󰇬󰁼󰦱󰌉󰁾󱈎󰜉󱁩󱉈󰔗󰭁󱉤󰐇󰿭󰭼󰸭󱅷󰇧󰬯󰒎󰒒󱇬󰤠󰛄󰘝󰀺󰗾󰧿󰮏󱆅  grows green again  󰏗󰀁󰨯󰌍󰑉󰕾󰸚󰖵󰍂󱍾󰝡󰵱󰂻󱂝󰧆󰵕󰿽󰃻󰉴󰐣󱌏󰳽󰀤󰒙󰧮󰬾󰿭󱊯󰎁󰊂󰞣󰿥󰎈󱅻󰈍󱆓󰛤󰿒󱇷󱁰  make april woods more fair

 but no sun dries  󱊙󰩈󰑕󰘈󰿭󰽊󰪐󰙈󰂾󱇝󰞊󰴅󰗳󰢗󰮇󱆫󰂞󰐭󰈨󰙈󰨈󰲓󰰔󰐦󰠔󱋒󰘴󱄭󰃁󰄎󰛵󰂈󰩡󰣔󰦔󰂭󰼊󰈍󱆓󰛤󰄨󰉞󰦠󱆮󰏅󰢈󰣥󰎕󰃁󱈣󰮝󰛂󰑟󰒝󱂯󰪒󰄆󰝚󰄍󰍂󰱗󰳔󱌑󰼸󰓮󰀁󱃦󰁱󰶷󰂬󰘷  brings back summer lights on  󰦃󰕘󰉴󰀫󰭫󱍙󰦁󰐾󱁤󰃘󰁪󱌥󰓨󰜞󰋲󰩴󰑽󰏯󰽞󰨨󰊼󰠞󱁫󰖒󰡀󰎢󰄐󱀝󰈠󰨓󱆀󰡞󰯡󰾘󰱮󱄷󰉨󰡻󰠙󱉩󰥢󰒞󰂠󰨲󱌲󰹌󰂖󰟒󰋶󰗔󰪺󱋳󱁹󰡢󰂘󰀅󰡞󰯡󰵚󰊚󰁚󰣼󰍇󰏭󰨥󰯏󱉌󰘹󱆍󰃊󱁒󰇴󰻕󰳺󰾋󱆓󱂿󰁃󱅑󰤔󰎨󱊔󰜀󰃜󱅄󰜀󰚓󰀝󰍊󰉆󰍠󱋌󰆚󰻸󰽎󰒡󰦃󰀲󱀘󰉯󰬐󰙏󰕲󰹖󰋔󰿥󰎈󱅻󰈍󱆓󰿒󱍩󰽚󰬅  pale bloom with the  󰳿󰧿󰋣󱅋󰭱󱆣󰗹󰱡󰙅󱉏󰤄󰀇󰨭󰺻󰄬󰄎󰎰󰲥󱄖󰻲󰵩󰗋󰉈󰥰󰳺󰾋󰉠󱂿󰈘󰁃󰏳󰵓󰀆󰁔󰆱󰔃󰯑󰃈󰒌󰄕󰱍󱃿󰁹󰊏󰼅󰰙󰨲󰥋󰂜󰄬󱌟󰱵  to every breeze

 󰿯󰡂󱉰󰈌󰩵󰪥󱃡󰎜󰍊󰉆󱋌󰆚󰊖󰀨󰍀󰐨󰁤󰃒󰔫󱃝󱁥󰞣󰿥󰎈󱅻󰥡󰈍󱆓󰿒󰿭󰻾󰍫󱍷󰷄󰀅󰕲󰮤󰖮󰗲󰧨󰜶󰝑󱅢  brightly by and not a cloud obscured  󰉴󰨆󱀭󰰞󰀊󰴨󰑕󰿭󰀉󰾳󰈉󰃍󰫹󰯾󰣶󰈕󰱤󰟠󰡼󰓠󰥻󰤶󱂹󰝻󰁜󰓤󰞗󰓝󰃪󰽉󰈔󰼄󰖜󰩵󰪥󰅋󱌼󰞎󰯽󰋡󱉽󰆭󱂖󰝺󱌌󰿭󰹶󰐭󰽊󰪐󱂥󰺳󱁊󰏇󱋈󱌩󰀖󰙇󱇬󰖖󰤠󰇦󰯆󰁝󰍚󱉤󰺅󱅘󱅑󰈃󰴢󱎃󱇠󰂯  it should truant be thy  󰚮󰅽󰍾󰁾󱈎󰜉󱁩󰭽󰜘󱂭󰐍󰸮󱅘󰇎󰀆󰑳󰁔󰁨󰥕󰘁󰯕󰰰󰭲󰟞󰮏󱆅󰌉󰏎󰁨󰣠󰯾󰈟󰈕󰱤󰟠󰗁󱆼󰯲󰁰󱄭󱂹󰏎󰐢󰰄󰀿󰊙󰃆󰩟󰖆  thine and thee

 now when storms of  󰳋󰂒󰬐󰀅󰊟󱍙󰦁󰐾󰃶󰈆󰴭󰬵󰅞󰭵󰏗󰈖󰅌󰈱󰁶󰚀󰹋󱋱󰎌󰕻󰽥󰂬󰟙󰚞󰉅󰭵󰺶󱈙󰊦󰋄󰉐󰥒󱍋󰔗󰏥󰩐󰺅󰿭󰖲󰤝󰅰󰅚󰔟󰉺󰝻󰉊󰓤󰞗󰓝󰽉󰀗󰼄󰟮󰩵󱃡󰢺󰟑󰛻󰠩󰿗󰢷󰔃󰎆󰗃󰃏󰭢󰡉󰾬󰅿󰛅󰫒󰪫󰰜󱆽󰁢󱃤󱀅󰼆󰑥󰽬󰂔󰯽󰋡󱉽󰆭󰀱󰂶󰗆󰫼󰍾󱈴󰊎󰿆󰩱󰼼󰨂󰿀󰕐󰓸󰫽󰽯󰠘󰳀󰢧󰚭󰚽󰅹󰱶󰗉󰁇󱈹󰰾󰔆󰁮󰐪󰃜󱅄󰫤󰓡󰗦󱀐󱀉󰓊󱉖󰯚󰾌󰆜󱉸󱆑󰋧󰜎󰫰󰨴󰻟󰾫󰯽󰋡󱉽󰆭󰀱󰂶󰒺  past let my future radiant  󰥤󰬾󰂫󱆛󱊯󰎁󰊂󰴆󰃨󰿡󰘂󰝚󰫌󰢢󱄱󰝻󰉊󰓤󱂓󰃪󰽉󰼄󰟮󰋆󰪥󰭵󱋇󰔄󰯤󰦒󰈜󰄼󱌌󰹶󰡇󰹼󰚱󱋺󰰂󰃶󰆥󰩴󰑽󰕃󰦚󰫭󱌜󰦞󰫸󰒀󰅽󱅅󰤲󰺽󰏳󰽲󰂢󰤔󰕕󱊔󰃜󱂹󰀁󰭻󰁀󰛰󰂩󰮵󰙁󰢈󰼏  thee and thine

 󰀦󱇶󰋋󰯱󱅄󱇀󰌘󰀑󰝹󱆋󰼕󰲛󰭵󰗠󰇩󰖨󰇬󰴨󰑕󱌌󱅑󰐭󰽊󰈨󰙈󰂾󰽪󰫭󰊄󰃡󰧈󰉛󰯵󰓹󱄅󰳽󰀤󰒣󰺮󰙗󰍾󰛵󰩡󰈝󰣯󰓛󰝗󰀻󱋛󰌷󰌯󰻄󰒀󰎧󰲍󰂎󰉢󰨡󰷥󰓤󰙧󰞗󰀟󰌼󰟮󰋆󰪥󰽶󰭵󰗠󰇩󰐨󰁤󱌕󰝡󰵱  evening fire the homely household shrine grow  󰘷󰡴󰰽󰅽󰗚󰅃󰝥󰇯󰓔󰃶󱍆󰲱󰼫󰢎󰈧󰘡󱋇󰔄󰄾󰯤󰦒󰈜󰸰󰤚󰃧󰐕󰂻󱇋󰲎󰱣󰵾󰡶󰚺󰷐󰛯󰌈󱄅󰀤󰒣󰺮󰞈󰸜󰸙󰲞󰨂󱅑󰇘󰃗󰻩󰆽󰈚󱆙󰺽󰿭󰽲󰂢󰤔󱄮󰒳󰚄󱊔󰜀󰪉󰚓󰀝󰫟󰍊󰉆󱋌󰆚󰴤󰊖  the lord pours out the  󱉪󰕂󰕁󰜻󰍲󱇸󰃨󰿡󰘂󰝚󰫌󰆻󰕱󰉳󰈫󰕟󰀄󰣊󰫄󰃾󱅄󰨒󰫄󰡗󰾙󰺪󰏍󰞽󰔀󰜹󰔀󰈺󰃖󰮦󰭭󱃡󱈲󰌑󰰢󰍈󰝛󰦉󰂬󰡅󱉪󰫟󰩬󰉆󱋌󰽍󱊠󰽎󰛔󰧟󰋸󱌌󰿭󰐭󰶱󰪐󰙈󰂾󰞱󰐈󰰔󰐦󰴀󰓷󰔔󰄼󱆫󰹶󰐭󰽊󰈨󰉬󰫅󰥾󰩧󰛏󰅿󰲱󰭗󰇆󰩝󰚡󱌲󰉖󰹌󰙦󱋮  turns to love  󰂝󰌼󰟮󰋆󰪥󱃡󱌼󰨓󰡮󰡞󰏽󰭏󰙎󰒟󰠔󱃌󰔣󰂘󰆛󰯡󱌹󰛐󰃉󰙜󰿷󰝟󰊋󰨲󰥋󰀇󰰎󰨭󰺻󰁊󰃊󰖰󰏣󰛆󰃨󰿡󰘂󰝚󰡸󰡰󱈀  nor thine

 come visit us and  󰘡󰲄󱅽󰉆󱋌󰽍󰔂󰽎󱋮󰥪󰽕󰒶󰢤󰔃󰴚󰰔󰬣󰀖󱉪󰲄󰕂󱅽󰜻󱋎󰆹󰢽󰌷󰱨󰅿󰎧󰲍󰌞󰬤󰋦󰭵󰁾󱈎󰜉󱁩󰉵󰽴󰗄󰺞󱁵󱃞󰋂󰢊󰴛󰘡󰬑󱅽󰭞󰾪󰋬󰥘󰁻󰍦󰿰󰐊󰖊󱇹󰄷󰽆󰶝󰿔󱌱󰄓󰥴󰎾󰃨󰿡󰔽󰘂󰁅󰄥󰪓󰲁󰇊󱁝󱊠󰣺󱁞󰁕  line revive our souls and  󱌱󰾁󰄓󰤠󰮛󱇌󰤳󰿩󰤇󰶅󱉤󰜏󰂞󰿅󰐭󰄹󰝤󰥽󰐸󰘔󰥰󰝲󰽆󰒒󰣋󱌱󰄓󰤠󰥴󰃰󰓔󰒕󰹠󰢩󰞕󰵓󰭼󰸭󰈧󰘡󱅽󰂐󰍲󰅸󰡩󱆣󰕎󰼀󰛶󰖒󱂊󰙗  turned to wine gay  󰼆󰘹󱆍󰑮󰂔󰏣󱁴󰡬󰿝󱍦󰟳󰞕󰷡󰘜󰒼󱆛󰕠󰸡󰳣󱌩󰺮󰘠󰀷󰢤󰥕󰼍󰏵󰲉󰃻󰉓󰧿󰬄󰤂󰣪󰕣󰣰󰩙󰭟󱉉󰱗󰋶  into joy earth's  󰑽󰰀󰕃󰦚󰫭󱌜󰦞󰫸󰅽󱅅󰤲󰄑󰵓󰟣󰃕󰜥󰀷󰁾󱈎󰜉󱁩󰉵󰯺󰃉󰒩󰆑󰲽󰀍󰏯󰆋󰽞󰪧󰇃󰑗󰥥󱃳󱀺󰁔󰧿󰢤󰈼󰕉󰶩󰎸󰇟󰴬󰤭󰃨󰿡󰘂󰝚󰫌󰭟󰆻󰗊󰂀󰎣󰉳󰄠󰫈󰣊󰫈󰃮󰣊󰃮󰼁󰾙󰞽󰃖󰺜󰁘󰭭󰮦󰿟󰒊󰚓󰀝󰍊󰉆󱋌󰆚󰣺󰒡󱀌󰫻󰞯󰱂󰄞󰋘󰕆󱌺󰼮󰇘󰗯󰎅󱁱󱃞󰋂󰭼󰍫󰉟  visits us to make life's water glow as wine

 󰑍󰴋󰊅󱇚󱆋󰌆󰠥󱃡󰒊󱌼󰞎󰯽󰋡󰆭󰛈󰝡󰈖󰈱󰡬󰆩󰿝󱍦󰟳󰟃󰻡󰰜󰷍󱃤󰆶󰒒󰿔󱇬󰄓󰤠󰥴󱃙󰋁󰀻󰪷󰄢󰬵󰘴󰝩󰭵󰷑󰀵󰷶󰆊󰠚󰊄󰅤󰢳󱅘󰿭󰇎󰈃󰵄󰟫󰂞󱂪󰽲󰼗󰇠󰚝  not a cot no foot of land  󰃜󰫤󱈡󰌚󰁭󰍙󰜷󰱠󰝡󰔋󰈱󰌶󰡲󰉝󰦷󰫌󰭟󰆻󰗊󰂀󰟜󰄐󰁉󰕟󰀄󰃮󰃾󰨒󰺪󰖣󰦺󰝈󰾢󰈺󰃖󰮦󰠥󱃡󰱿󰒊󰨓󰖿󰔓󰜮󱌘󰃉󰫐󰘷󰡴󰰽󰉴󰀵󰷶󰨧󰾂󰙘󰺬󱌖󱁚󰭗󰤉󰏰󰍻󰁛󰀷󰈯󱈙󰊦󰋄󰠓󰵻󰙛󰯻󰕞󱆬󰚭󰚽󰚖󰶐󰔼󰁡󰒳󱊶󰙳󰴼󰚪  nor phosphate mount nor credit  󰖣󰴼󰚪󰑿󱈲󰌑󰰢󰍈󰝛󰗤󰃷󰧜󰼥󰈢󰔬󰙇󰄓󰥴󰗟󰉝󰦷󰄍󰭟󰗊󰦛󰟜󰄐󰁉󰕟󱁾󰀄󰃾󰨒󰅎󰨒󰅎󰍟󰏍󱍻󰦺󰖣󰝈󰁘󰭭󰠥󰖣󰒊󰏺󰕭󰁽󱂒󰗹󱄃󰅌󰌚󰥈  i can read  󰀮󰏶󰑮󰯽󱉽󰆭󰀱󰴈󰀷󰁲󰩡󰈝󰣯󰴷󰇯󰝸󱊀󰤳󰐬󰵷󰀤󰒣󰒙󰉅󰭵󰀷󰅔󰄱󰹵󰎋󰹊󰂭󱁫󰖒󰡀󰎢󰭑󰚴󰜚󱃖  to mansion robe and crown

 some joys decay and  󱀘󰉯󰷄󰳾󰑈󰵶󱅤󰫃󰡝󰘞󰒭󱃭󰤓󱉵󱉪󱅽󰞙󰠢󱇁󰱥󰪁󰓠󰥻󰄐󰎣󰭵󰚨󰕟󰪋󰙮󰪋󰏸󰁗󰻣󰁗󰱜󰜹󰓦󰘤󰈺󰬆󰵗󰡪󰈏󰲛󰖣󰭵󰏺󰕭󰁽󱂒󰮙󰥨󱌱󱇬󰄓󱍞󰌂󱈋󰣈󰕿󰹆󱇗󰟤󰀮󰾫󰑮󰂔󰋯󰦐󰐠󱊽󰀒󰠷󰜬󰻡󰆪󰤠󰥴󰘻󰔗󰭁󱉤󰸪󱅘󰢋󰃲󰳾󰪿󰥢󱋊󰴟󰣺󰈊󰌾󱋓󰽕󰷑󰧦󰮤󰎽󱀧󰜓󰫵󱌨󰸲󰫌󰓉󰟷󰕱󰋚󰈫󰕟󰀄󰃾󰨒󰍟  my wishes are not always  󱁰󰏶󰑮󰎫󱄒󰱁󰨙󰑰󰒀󰚖󰢝󰁡󰧄󰮒󰁉󰕟󰉗󰃮󱈍󰼁󰖣󰈲󰁘󰮦󰭭󰖣󰒊󰝶󰀎󰫂󰕾󰸚󰬖󱀕󱁠󱆅󰉅󰧿󰈯󰊦󰋄󰺦󱋽󰼊󰈍󱆓󰛤󱃞󰋂󰽚󰬅󱂑󰭵󰚼󰊎󰿆󰣆󰍚󰂟󰸪󰋂󰛹󰑽󰅱󰴍󱋝󰃏󰭢󱄣󰝇󱊀󰍳  at times yet joyous  󰿅󰅾󰁸󰤊󰀪󰅛󰉡󱉨󱂯󰪒󰈑󰄆󰝚󰌩󰲚󰟁󰀠󰏳󰳞󱄮󰒳󰚄󰴼󰑿󰖣󰒊󱌼󰨓󰡮󰀙󰯡󰪄󰊼󱋽󰀈󰮌󰵐󰧮󰖉󰴮󰹶󰐭󰄹󰝤󰉬󰪑󰡎󰺬󰦹󱌖󰱨󰻄󰀷󰙐󰬤  to fret tho  󰾲󰯩󰀪󰢤󰔃󰎆󰴚󰅨󰡝󰄽󰨗󱍂󰮆󰥡󰈍󰟶󱆓󰛤󰿒󱅑󰳞󰤔󰒳󰴶󰥤󰬾󰂫󱆛󱊯󰔨󰨊󰳁󰺬󰦹󱌖󰻄󰀷󰎧󰲍󰬤󰏎󰁲󰰄󰊙󰃆󰶦󰙑󰢤󰔃󰎆󰽸󰃨󰈕󰍷󰿡󰟠󰱳󰾟󰸲󰲚󰍄󱂼󰭒󰂑󰉭󰵖󰍱󰀽󰅪󰏂󰀄󰖣󰃾󰨒󱊮󰨒󱋻󰖣󱋻󱊤

 󰑍󰓑󰛊󰲕󰛊󰒏󰦗󰛍󱅮󰇅󰬆󰃖󰠥󱃡󰒊󰉴󰈯󰺆󰧁󱀾󰾡󰒅󰳚󰳷󱀟󰔈󰞃󰒰󰒶󰰄󰊙󰵛󰈴󰙜󰢮󰈢󱁸󰌖󰏠󰫗󱌈󱃹󰿝󰢲󰼳󰸘󰒔󰘭  that had lost his love what needs  󰟣󰃕󰈯󰏨󱇐󰓽󰷫󱆜󰚼󰁦󱍄󰄇󰴎󰰤󱂯󰰑󰈆󰨙󰑰󰭵󰈚󱆙󰺽󱅑󰽲󱀄󰂢󱄮󰚄󰪉󰘡󰀝󰍊󰉆󰆚󰻸󰛔󱄾󰬾󰒼󰂫󰩎󰝐󰚳󰩇󰐃󰠡󱋲󰦋󰈢󰆰󰣕󰠰󰚼󱍄󰄇󰴎󰉲󰜘󱂭󰩘󰩐󰷊󰈞󱀄󰉭󱄮󰚄  has with the race of  󱅑󰐭󰄹󰝤󰂾󱌠󰰑󰈆󰇲󰾆󰉴󰈚󱆙󰺽󱀄󰂑󰵖󰉺󰅪󰕇󰏸󰻣󱈍󰻣󱈍󰆘󰖣󰆘󰞽󰈲󰝈󰁘󰭭󰮦󰠥󰖣󰫤󱈡󰗦󰕾󱉮󰁄󰬖󱀕󱍾󰤚󰬻󰐕󰂻󱊖󰟂󰣺󰁕󰆪󱀥󰞭󰄗󰂟󰸪󰭼󱁰󰏶󰑮󰏣󱁴󰆩󰢽󰿝󱍦󱅍󰰏󰉳󰆓󰖣󰣊󱈊󰚴  she thinks not  󰌶󰣟󰮿󰽗󰝗󰋏󰄢󰆥󰗈󰉳󰆓󰉗󰚪󰠗󰈲󰠗󰖣󰖈󱂹󰎜󰍊󰛗󰭰󰆉󰉁󰮇󰔅󱆫󱌌󰹶󰐭󰄹󰝤󰙈󰈪󰹹󰁚󱇌󱆣󰿩󰤻  or done in earth

 but changed above she  󰒒󰣋󰖖󰤠󰘼󱁄󰩧󰱨󰟫󰿭󰇎󰇠󰚝󰺺󰏽󰭏󰙎󰒟󰪷󰟭󰯮󰪘󰉴󰣜󰙷󰢆󰊼󰠞󱁫󰡀󰗌󰀔󰉢󰻠󰁜󰓤󰞗󰂌󰕍󰅇󰬋󰈲󰠗󰈏󰖈󰖣󰏕󰀎󱍖󰗵󰊓󰂰󰃎󰒼󰩎󰝐󰚳󰐃󰒎󱁪󰕗󰷂󰘁󰯕󰰰󱍗󰩴󰴕󰐿󰶘󰆂󰵈󰂭󱁫󰖒󰆞󰗌󰯅󰵞  thy love forbear therefore and  󱌱󰾁󰖖󰤠󰥴󰨮󰴚󰡝󰖝󱀳󰿁󰷮󰁟󰌽󰚻󰖉󱅑󱌌󰀉󰹼󰒬󰪗󱎁󰮥󰏵󰲉󰫸󱉃󰭵󰚹󰦄󰧄󰕇󰚫󱈊󰷅󰈲󰖣󰠗󰈲󰠗󰮦󰭭󰖈󰅋󰢺󰟑󱁖󱄙󰙷󱁐󰛈󰹁󰕂󰜻󰍲󰫶󰯺󰗄󰹩󰉠󰈘󰠫󰿭󰳞󰤔󰍨󱍐󰃅󰱇󰄧󰑣󱀕󰎺󰹫  weep no more

 󰿯󰡂󰱒󰂋󰤗󰎒󰖱󰈌󰩵󰪥󰽶󰃁󰎜󰉆󱋌󰆚󱀕󰥪󰘠󰁨󰢷󱄼󰑆󰟍󰫷󰞬󱆓󰓀󰄨󰿭󰭚󰏰󰱝󱁛󰒺󰀾󰫼󰨯󰱢󱈴󰊎󰿆󰣆󰽿󰧈󰉛󰵍󰆣󰜰󰃞󱄨󰷎󰰲󰩙󰡰󱋬󰍂󰪓󰡤󰰅󰫧󰻊󱅑󰇠󰚝  not eas'd by night but day by  󰟘󰂘󰀅󰡞󰝣󰸬󰓔󰡊󰈆󰆥󰂃󰉴󰚽󰋧󱍘󰴰󰄧󱁕󰓒󱈀󰂘󰆛󰯡󰝣󰸬󰒕󰴭󰑌󰯮󰝩󰏎󰅽󰕝󰞸󰫛󰁳󰈩󰀱󰕗󰘠󰍾󰢷󱄼󰑆󱇁󰁓󱋲  oppress'd and each though enemies  󱂅󰀿󰊙󰵛󰼑󰏻󰚗󰵱󰧸󰮋󰐐󰿗󰏃󰈸󱂈󰥡󰈍󰣛󰛤󰓀󰻊󱇷󰊒󱇮󰙚󰭈󰜣󰟄󰘍󰭸󱂯󰪒󰄆󰝚󰄍󰭟󱉉󰢢󰗊󰵞󰙳󰅴󰑿󰩮󰃁󰆱󰥕󰝿󰙜  in consent shake  󰑽󰏯󰽞󰱃󰦓󰕮󰇏󰌩󱈯󰣴󰀠󰿒󰿭󰎛󰿣󰒔󰒧󰮄󰃛󰦻󰖽󰙗󰄎󰛵󰩡󰕛󰥃󰝏󰅭󰙹󰞶󰉦󰳯󰛷󰞷󰔈󰚸󰘹󰺸  me

 the one by toil  󰴼󰅴󱅄󰅴󰜃󱁖󰇩󰐨󰁤󱌕󰚗󰝡󰈖󰈱󱉧󰇉󰓕󰬜󰏃󰈸󱂈󰽥󰾲󰢇󰧿󰞢󰕹󰍵󰔌󰟖󰚞󰉅󰈯󰏨󰓽󰜊󰷫󱆜󱇯󰀷󰱢󱍄󰄇󰴎󰰤󱂯󰈑󰄆󰱣󰬈󰿌󰻝󰰡󰿺󰲠󰈳󰉯󰂒󰬐󰙏󰨣󰒜󱊐󱍎󰧜󰸢󰲮󰐩󰜷󰣽󰀱󰢇  toil still farther off from  󰤰󱋔󰂥󱁐󰥰󰝲󰪁󰍴󰥉󱄹󰉢󰉌󱂴󰻠󰁜󰕇󰙧󰂌󰓝󰽉󰂝󰈔󰼄󰑏󰳄󰄸󰀞󰌚󰁭󱁡󰜷󰪟󰢇󰧿󰁲󰂈󰜠󰅆󰢨󱌩󰦭󰖆󰿃󱀭󰀊󰡓󰙑󰯩󰘠󰨯󰒶󰢷󱄼󰑆󰟍󱇁󰁓󰽆  to please him thou  󰡵󰅌󰖸󰼤󰭢󰡉󰥨󰑩󰖠󰰽󰍾󰗚󰅃󰝥󰸬󰓔󰡊󰈆󰑰󰾆󰃁󰒀󰅹󰶐󱌛󰁡󰗉󰉌󰙮󰻠󰁜󰻔󱋗󰸃󰂌󱊼󰽉󰹙󰖜󰳄󰄸󰥗󰫂󰕾󰸚󰁄󱂙󰀪  dost him grace  󰢊󰈧󱋇󰉆󰆚󰣺󰩣󱇯󰀷󰳵󰄱󰹵󱃵󰰴󰥷󰪕󰲋󰗄󰺞󰦸󰛤󰻊󰀆󱂅󰞢󰝿󰠪󰘷󰗆󰫼󰳾󰧦󰎽󱃙󰝗󰠔󰘴󰽩󰃁󰉴󰨆󰖨󱋐󰤿󰀍󰰀󰏯󰽞󰛮󰓺󰳂󰬹󱊻󰕣󰩙󰭟󰆻󰟷󰕱󰉌󱂴󰕟󰚨󰙮󱅄󰕇  so flatter i the swart-complexion'd night when sparkling stars twire  󰞇󰂘󰖿󰡞󰏽󰭏󰙎󰒟󰠔󱋒󰘴󰽩󰃁󰟿󰙷󰃯󰠛󰲋󰫐󱊑󰌉󰓇󰐡󱅣󰗥󰬉󰢨󰙤󰦶󰍓󱁻󰬙󰷱󰂟󰸪󰿭󰇎󰾚󰭺󰜴󱀭󰖥󱌕󰵱󰧸󰢶󰰁󰰖󰛼󰬹󱊻󰩙󱋬󰭟󰆻󰟷󰕱󰋚󰈫󰣊󰗘󱅄󰃿󰗎󰰟󰐹󰢡󱊤

 󰑍󰴋󰪻󰴋󰊅󱃖󰊅󰌆󰼕󰁋󱃡󰅋󰏺󰕭󰁽󱂒󰗹󰿩󰐩󱁡󰪟󰀍󰻝󰏯󰖪󰚶󰴩󰭲󰢗󰀌󰳾󰨆󱀭󰶹󰁼󰀂󰉅  cottages in a row up to their  󰬾󰂫󱆛󱊯󰎁󰴆󰔽󰁅󰸝󰱡󰙅󰤄󰥋󱁨󰆳󰪴󰺌󱃕󰂧󰄚󰗁󱆓󰛤󰄨󰿭󱂤󰴰󱋸󰋈󰻸󰛔󱋢󰋸󱌌󰀉󰅾󰹼󱄞󰖕󰡞󱂳󰨽󰀹󰆇󱈌󰄐󰈫󰁉󰕟󰪻󰕟󰪋󰻔󱋗󰸃󰈾󰱜󰆘󰞽󰚔󰝈󰚔󰝈󰁘󱃖󰿟󰫤󰀎󰫂󰕾󰁄󰙢󰍳󰲮󱁡  i thought i had the  󰉯󰬐󰑈󰨣󰵳󰔘󰰔󰵇󰾬󰅿󰉴󰙐󰹴󰔄󱇒󰦒󰈜󰽦󰻹󰂡󰀕󱊨󰧵󰄍󰭟󰱗󰗊󰂀󰄐󰁉󰕟󰙮󰕟󰉗󰙮󰃮󰅂󰾙󰚴󰪃󰻣󰓦󰈺󰃖󰮞󰁘󰮦󰭭󰖈󱂹󰥗󰀞󰌚󰁭󱁡󰜷󱌯󰻝󰆋󰖪󰚶󰴩󰭲󰀌󰶎  the sound of  󰘟󰈢󰚍󰞈󰸜󰇟󰬴󰧶󱅁󰭜󰼿󰶶󰐰󰲫󱍠󰃣󰯀󰧵󰄍󰭟󰆻󰂀󰄐󰁉󱇴󰕟󰀄󰙮󰏸󱋗󰁗󱈍󰁫󰱜󱈍󰁫󰞽󰈺󰃖󰈏󱂹󰫤󰀞󰌚󰁭󱁡󰪟󰀍󰻝  had a glimpse through curtain laces  󰰃󰴼󰑿󰃜󰣩󰫥󰤛󰛰󰂩󰮵󰙁󰪸󱇗󰬳󰫗󱌈󰿝󱍦󰟳󰥜󰇱󰲻󰆝󰀤󰒙󰈳󰉯󰷄󰭵󰨣󰠼󰶜󰅺󰢻󱊴󰸲󰲚󰏒󰟁󰀠󰭒󰳞󰉭󱄮󰒳󰙳󰴶󰰃󰃜󰪻󰫤󱈡󰑉󱄝󰖵󰬖󰉜󰙢󰫰󰬳󰫗󱌈󰿝󱍦󰟳󰥜󰲻󰆝󰀤󰒙󰲠󰷄󰒶󰵶󰝢󰜘󰐍󱋵󰮓󱅑󰺃󱋠󰊊󰁆󰉠󰈘󰠫󰭒󰉭󰍱󰀽󰁉󰕟󰙮󱁾󰃮󰿳󰃮󱈍󰆘󰞽󰈺󰓦󰈺󰍔󰖜󰄸󰏕󰀞󰌚󰁭󱁡󰜷󱌯󰀍󰏯󰆋󰖪󰚶󰴩󰭲󰟞󰮇󱆫󱄏󰯌󰊑󰐠󰸾󰅦󰓁󰃕󰨯󰈯󰴻󱍥󰠉󰒅󰬄󰙋󰜂󰸝󱇔󰧬󱇹󰉋󰓟󰝡  outward bound

 i went till there  󰂳󰋻󰴡󰮌󰽢󱌑󰝂󱆀󰆛󰔓󰜮󰃦󱌘󰒩󰫐󰉅󰨯󰺶󰈰󰺆󰴻󰼡󰋁󱄷󱆣󰕎󱁻󱀨󰨖󱋫󰚺󰙉󰊊󰁆󰛤󰿒󱅑󰻾󰍫󱍷󰥠󰀫󰊟󰢾󰼲󰃙󰏏󰦷󱄪󰆜󱆑󰂚󰦛󰟜󰄐󰔖󰁉󱇴󰕟󰀄󱁾󰀄󱁾󰒏󰾙󰢘󰨛󰺪󰳪󰏍󰭅󰍟󰪻󰦺󰑭󰩞󰦺󰚔󰚲󱇚󰚲󰁘󰮦󰠥󰝞󰫤󰓡󰁭󱁡󰪟󰴈󰙗󰧿󰛵󰩡󰓣󰹐󰺴󰀥󰧑󱉩󰴰󰄧󰓒󰰳󰯗󰨫  repented but coming back i  󰝺󱌌󰂞󰽊󰈨󰙈󰍎󱉼󰉨󰞇󰟘󰂘󰆛󰔓󰜮󰃦󱌘󰒩󰀖󱉪󰿗󰕁󰭞󰼌󰬦󰻑󰩺󰀅󱋙󰌏󱄋󰀹󱅢󱈌󰗀󰙳󰴶󰅴󱉟󰏎󰏺󰕭󰁽󱂒󰉁󰪘󰨯󰨆󰙷󰢵󰅀󰱯󰌤󰮙󰂨  was black over the  󱅑󰿭󰀉󰅾󰹼󱄞󰖕󰡞󱂳󰯺󰨽󰀹󰝑󰶝󱉟󰫏󰞎󰯽󰋡󱉽󰆭󰀱󱃑󰉅󰉴󰄶󰟐󰡾󰐜󰑢󰴱󰕆󰥾󰚁󰅿󰭗󰇆󰩝󰤄󰰎󰨭󰀲  feet

 󰀦󰻦󰋋󰍭󰯱󰝪󰌘󰀑󱆋󰁋󱃡󰈓󰏕󰗦󰫂󰁬󰸚󰁄󱂙󰿗󰙢󰲮󰐩󱁡󰪟󱂖󰓋󰦟󰫖󰡮󰨎󰨻󰬏󰭡󰀻󰪷󰂃󰍾󰋧󱇛󱍐󰅌󰁭󰐩󱁡󰜷󱌯󰻝  had the folk within i had the  󰿭󰐭󰶱󰈨󰙈󰂾󰐝󰃙󰏏󰦷󰄺󰀥󰆜󰫝󱇛󰕕󰃵󰏗󱂹󰫥󰁀󰛰󰮵󰪸󰘟󰈢󰆰󰚍󰞈󰸜󰬴󰴬󰧶󱅁󰼿󰶶󰐰󰻪󱍠󱆢󰯀󱊨󰧵󰔂󰄍󰂗󰆻󰟷󰕱󰋚󰐉󰈫󱊳󱇴󰌰󰨛󰑁󰨛󰑁󰨛󰍟󰁍󰍟󰵘󰍟󰉮󰥭󰭅󰉮󰏍󰭅󰏍󰑭󰚔󰯼󰁘󰥶󱃡󰋹󰀞󰌚󰁭󱁡󰜷󰪟󱌯󰻝  had a glimpse through curtain  󰁕󰭩󰆪󰖖󰇦󰒛󰜘󱂭󰐍󰸮󰮓󱅑󰁹󰊏󰺃󱋠󰊊󰁆󱂿󰈘󰠫󰏳󰢦󰂢󰤔󰕕󰃵󰏗󰭻󰁀󰛰󰂩󰮵󰙁󰢈󱇗󰬳󱅇󰏠󰫗󱌈󱃹󰿝󰢲󱍦󰍾󰟳󰍫󰥜󰇱󰲻󰆝󰀤󱋈󱌩󰲠󰈳󱀘󰉯󰬐󰷄󰀫󰨣󰠼󰶜󰅺󰢻󱊴󰾟󰸲󰏒󰟁󰀠󰠫󰏳󰳞󰤔󰒳󱀹󰓮  and youthful faces

 i had such company  󱀹󰏗󰀁󰐕󰥫󱋏󰐂󰠛󰀺󰂨󰹴󰡡󰬬󰒓󰔐󰟞󰍋󰝩󰱿󰨯󰕝󰆊󰐝󰃙󰏏󰦷󰫌󱄪󰆜󱆑󰢝󰂚󰧄󰚯󰁉󰪻󰏂󰀄󰾨󰀄󱁾󰀄󰉽󰃾󰃸󰳪󰺪󰿳󰺪󰩞󰺪󰑭󰞽󰵘󰭅󰜹󰾢󰈺󰭭󰮦󰊡󰱿󰅋󰀞󰌚󰁭󱁡󰪟󰉃󰹁󱉪󰕂󰫟󰩬󰪨󰇰󰕞󰢧󰚭󰚽󰋧󰶐󰿭󰜎󰔼󰧌󰬤󰖛󰏎󰛸󰐢󰰄󰜠󰝒󰳣󰦭󰖆󰿗󰙷󰅻󰌌󱇩󰫑󰡅󰀭󱉪󰕂󱋇󰋻󱌆󰴡󰞇󰟘󰂘  no cottages found i turned  󰙳󰅴󱀹󰈈󰝰󰗦󰑉󱀐󱀉󱄝󰓊󰬖󱀕󰰳󰯗󰨫󰔲󰎩󰣬󱈒󰫁󱁗󱈣󰐺󰑟󱇽󰺉󰔳󰇰󰬦󱀔󰖧󰜦󰈁󰅕󰥍󰘖󰱾󰲨󰅽󰢝󰗉󰮒󰅪󰄠󱂴󰄠󰉗󰪻󰉗󰷅󱈍󰻣󰓦󰆘󰈺󰃖󰭭󰪻󰖈󰲛󰊡󱂹󰏺󰕭󰁽󱂒󰤃󰯮󱆅󰧿󰺶󰺆󰴻󰶡󰳮󰉙󰞛󰨺󰸵󰇵󰇙󰥋󰰎󰨭󰺻󱋓󰽕󰋣󰷶󰖯󱉔󱈰󰁠󰌷󰌯󰻄󰅽󰎧󰲍󰗉󰚄󰃜󱂹󰃜󰫤  i saw no window  󰫐󰘷󰰽󰨯󰋣󰕭󱃈󱂒󰉁󰥼󰪘󰭵󰨆󰎵󰢵󰮕󰮙󰂨󰠶󰝵󰅵󰍗󰾈󱍩󰽚󰬅  black

 󰀦󰻦󰓑󰋋󰯱󰏡󰓑󰎭󰌘󰓘󰌘󰓘󰀑󱅄󰀑󰒉󰀑󰝹󰼕󰁋󱂹󰰭󱈝󰕡󰯇󰔸󰚆󰄂󰄬󰥪󰡮󰶧󰈀󱃘󰱙󰄄󰒒󰑙󰣋󰊝󰖖󱍞󰌂󱈋󰳺󱆼󰋲󰍳󰪴  on rapture's roadway far before you agonise  󰜴󰛧󰋓󰅷󰩑󰌒󰷬󱋸󰋈󰻸󰒡󰦃󰀲󰕘󱀘󰥠󰀫󰭫󱍙󱎆󱍡󰫑󰹁󰕂󰕁󰩬󱇉󰘇󰋅󰜄󰶕󰃃󰆇󰟷󱈌󰕱󰈫󰕟󰀄󱅄󰀄󰃾󰨒󰅎󱅄󰅎󰵘󰧔󰍟󰧔󰉮󰧔󰋫󰉮󰧔󱅄󰏍󱍻󰦺󱍻󰦺󰝈󱇚󱅄󱇚󰮼󰡪󰈏󰠥󱅄󰅋󰀞󰲬󰨽󰒩󰂄󰫐󰫁󰗆󰀾󰭵󰧿󰱢󰐺󰙬󰛂󰫳󱄘󰼚󰛽󰤈󰭕󱋈󰒣󰺮  dispensers of my joys and  󱈣󰱢󰮝󰙬󰛂󰒝󱂯󰪒󰈑󰄆󰝚󰌩󱈯󰣴󰮩󰁁󰛹󰑽󰅱󰕃󰭍󰌫󰊢󰙤󰦶󰱡󰙅󰇵󰇙󰥋󰂜󰺻󰲴󰳛󰰞󰡓󰖽󰯩󰘠󰍾󰢷󰎆󰐽󰂲󰪯󰅭󱆓󰓀󰄨󰭚  of heaven and  󰿌󰑽󰏯󰽞󰖇󱆘󰜄󰶕󰃃󰆇󰟷󱈌󰎣󰈫󱅄󰗘󱊳󰍢󰊮󰏡󰮠󰆿

 how the hot blood  󰙚󰑬󰭈󰟄󰨵󰽿󰟀󰀒󱊚󰙟󰴢󰒀󰙻󰴛󰘡󰲄󰒔󰂐󰜻󰍲󱆺󰝨󰭕󰙤󰆒󰑙󰶵󰪫󱀗󰇮󰠇󰁢󱃤󰆶󰓋󰦟󰇳󰟲󰸅󰘸󰭬󰔛󰴖󰆨󰰞󰂱󱉺󰎸󰇟󰬴󰴬󰾇󱂯󰪒󰄆󰝚󰫌󰲚󰟁󰍄󱂼󱅑󰭒󰳞󰍱󰀽󰮗󰅪󰄠󰃁󰕇󰻔󱋗󰅂󰍢󰏡󰸄󰅂󰵗󰡪󰈏󰖈󰩮󱅄󰭵󰏺󰝴󰓩󱍟󰡢󰘗󱀮󰕆󱍦󰟳󰬳󰌋󱅼󰸌󰾜󰴈󰙗󰄎  touch until you waved farewell  󰏍󱍻󰦺󰵘󰦺󱅄󰦺󰝈󱇚󰝈󱇚󰌆󰠥󰩮󱃡󰛸󰮝󰙬󰛂󱄘󰼚󰛽󰤈󰭕󰬣󰲽󰻝󰏯󰽞󰱃󰦓󱆉󰃑󰇏󰌩󱈯󰣴󰓀󰵓󰬅󱂑󰫼󰚼󰙬󰑟󰡎󰦹󱌖󰩨󱄭󰏎󰀅󰛵󰂈󰩡󰶪󰰐󱄡󰛡󰺙󰑔󰉴󱅦󰾄󰜎󰫰󰆪󰍖󱁄󰩧󱊲󱁚󰙐󰣋󱌱  lotus buds that float  󱍘󰲁󰞌󰻁󱁝󰴤󰊖󰀨󱇰󰕓󰼘󰔍󱃞󱇷󰃕󰜥󰉅󰜥󰅔󰘫󰕛󰮃󰋍󰏇󰀖󰕂  waters where we  󰌖󰏠󰫗󰑯󱉢󰢳󱅘󰇎󰑳󱂅󰏎󰐢󰕹󰃛󰶢󰉶󰙑󰘠󰢤󰥕󱊂󰬗󰹂󱂃󰘇󰋅󰜄󰶕󰃃󰆇󰆻󰟷󰕱󰁉󰗘󰀄󰫄󰃾󰃿󰃾󰥮󱋻󰍢󰊮󰏡󱋻󰉹󱅄󰉹󱊤

 󰀦󱇶󰋋󰯱󰙔󱆋󰼕󰁋󰝞󰐉󰃁󰗦󱀐󰁬󰸚󰬖󱀕󰌾󱋓󰁨󰝴󰯴󰓩󰲊󰖉󰿭󰏲󰶱󰪐󱆰󰭳󰂧󰄚󰶇󰀌󰒢󰙷󰛧󰋓󰬞󰬼󰽁󰲐󰟒󰋶󰅌󰖸  are two other gardens y then which  󱄚󰥸󰻩󰂃󰉴󰚽󰋧󰔼󰕕󰭻󰁀󱊵󰮘󰳳󰃇󰋑󱀭󰶹󰡓󰪂󰜗󰥠󰀫󱍙󰦁󰫷󱄶󰰖󰄲󰢸󰻜󱆓󰛤󰚩󰭚󰉞󰦎󰗨󰼝󰮵󰢈󰬳󰌋󱅼󰸌󰾺󰑓󰂏  lord will ye deny p  󰦀󰃁󰲣󰋝󰑝󱄮󰒳󰙳󰴼󰅴󰑿󰢺󰚓󰀝󰍊󰀸󰝔󰽂󰯁󰐠󰞶󰅦󰱽󰓁󱍐󰽻󰡤󱉕󰰅󰫧󰚩󰇘󰄁󰟉󱄚󱀼󰻩󰂃󰧿󰥯󰪣󰶼󱊵󰮵󰳳󰃇  the favours of  󱇗󰬳󰌋󱅼󰸌󰾜󰑓󰂏󰊝󰓎󰥴󱁳󰤹󰉨󰊵󰀌󰶎󰣜󰎵󰚠󰮕󰗻󰤃󰍜󰲱󰬪  ye deny

 wherein are found the  󰌉󰉴󰣠󰊴󱋣󱍗󰑌󱉩󰍳󰱀󰦯󰵽󱅂󰒡󱋓󰿗󰋣󰼙󱀖󰝖󰥖󰃀󰏀󰇱󰲻󰆝󰀤󰒣󰚞󰉅󰅽󰈰󱇐󱍺󰓽󰜊󰷫󱆜󱇯󰫼󰱢󰇄󰁴󰤫󰣼󰘌󰠖󰑼󰩂󱆴󰌩󰲚󰟁󱂼󰄮󰂑󰉭󰵖󰍱󰀽󰁉󰕟󰙮󰉗󰣊󰐉󰪋󱋗󰈾󰓦󰵗󰍔󰈏󰽶󰢺󰚓󰀝󰍊󰀸󰽂󰯁󰞶󰅦󰱽󰰇󰡤󰁞󰰅󰫧󰾈󰚩󰭚󰄁󰟉󱄚󰥸󰆥󰂃󰃁󰩌󰋧󰔼󰒳󱍐󰭻󰁀󰤛󱊵󰮘󰙁󰼏󰃇󰋑󱀭󰩈󰪂󰜗󰉯󰥠󰭫󱍙󰦁󰫷󱄶󰰖󰛼󰢸󰻜󰛤󰓀  goodly things beautiful ones y  󰄱󰦍󰌺󰮳󱅳󰟾󱇓󰱆󰺞󰔍󰁃󱍩󱅑󰟣󰜥󰃁󰀩󰣠󰯾󰩳󰍡󰋏󰉨󰡻󰹑󰠙󱋙  of your lord will  󱀲󰑦󰺈󰩂󱆴󰞻󰲚󰟁󰀠󰠫󰿭󰂑󰵖󰍱󰀽󰉌󰙮󰪋󱋗󰈾  which is it  󱍐󰭻󰁀󱊵󰮘󰳳󰃇󰋑󱀭󰶹󰴨󰈳󰜗󰅽󰥠󰭫󰦁󰫷󱄶󰰖󰄲󰢸󰻜󰛤󰓀󰄨󰭚󰉞󰗨󰮵󰪸󰬳󰌋󱅼󰸌󰾜󰿔󰂏󰚘󰥴󱁳󰤹󰉨󰟞󰢗󰶎  that ye deny

 󰑍󰴋󰻠󰕇󰅩󰑷󰊅󰃖󰈲󰃖󰁘󰭭󱅄󰿟󰃼󱆎󰔴󰠾󰝤󱌗󰲧󰜈󰔏󰄂󰄬󰘊󰳾󰁲󰩡󰉱󰍤󰍷󰱳󰾟󰸲󰚆󰽁󰏒󰀠󰏟󰿣󰿅󰠾󰝤󰯌󰊑󰐠󰧿󰸾󰅦󰓁󰼷󱂑󰭵󰚼󰙬󰛺󰇽󰽿󰧈󰉛󰆣󰣐󰳤󰜂󱇂󱆾󰾞󰥨󰣦󱌱󰄓󰤠󰛄󰘝󰱞󰹆󰔔󰬤  doth in her rise down from her  󰡴󰰽󰀵󰷶󰋃󰕆󰾿󰋇󰒗󰮸󰈊󰌾󱇯󰚼󰁦󰙬󰛂󱅧󰼔󰖓󰔗󰞊󰱁󰿝󰢲󱍦󰟳󰌞󰥤󰒼󰩎󰝐󰚳󰐃󰒎󰨾󰝺󰏲󰄹󰝤󰥣󱄀󰇃󰑗󰳚󰫒󱀗󱆽󰊗󱃤󰆶󰨾󰝺󰴮󰿭󰀉󰹼󰒬󰪗󱎁󰰐󱄡󰫸󰉴󱅅󰤲󰺽󰭒󱀄󰂑󰉭󰵖󰍱󰀽󰁉󰕟󰙮󰪋󰏸󰁗󰱜  and with her mantle veils  󰭺󰿃󱀭󰀊󰴨󰑕󰴮󰿭󰄹󰝤󰙈󰠑󰊲󰞖󰢁󱊠󰌩󰣛󰝫󱇷󰽚󱌞󰄔󰀪󰀵󱅋󱀢󰲔󰏇󰙤󰆒󰀪󰍓󱇛󱄃󰈖󰈱󰧽󰺌󱃕󰱤󰟠󰗁󰾋󰉠󰈘󰠫󰏳󰳞󰔟󰉺󰮗󰻠󰁜󰓤󰞗󰸃󰂌󰀟󱊼  then in the  󰳾󰅔󰔪󱇅󱀧󰧍󰫵󰲟󰊹󱀦󰸵󱉏󰤄󱌲󰹌󰂖󰀲󰕘󱀘󰉯󰑈󰵶󰘋󱊭󰔽󰄺󰢕󰋂󰛹󰓧󰽇󱁧󰾃󰒒󱇬  lover's lips while far and near  󰜾󰖆󰳾󰿃󰖨󰶹󱉺󰘹󱆍󰄴󰃫󰣑󱊨󰽍󰍂󱍾󱄃󰅌󰧽󰘢󱂰󰽔󰂬󰡅󱉪󰲄󰕂󰡮󰜻󰒾󰳼󰭕󰙤󱊣󱁠󰟣󰜥󰈯󰅔󰘫󰼡󰝝󰫃󰶀󰒣󰀖󰲄󰫟󱅽󰍲󰋨󰈕󰱤󰟠󰗁󰉠󱂿󰠫󱅑󰳞󰵖󰔟󰉺󰉌󱂴󰻠󰁜󰙧󰀟󰅇󰀗󰟮󰬋󰋆󰪥󰿟󱆎󰔴󰠾󰈨󰥽󰐸󰘔󰠡󰚗󰝡󰈖󱌶󰋛󰵭󰓯󰰜󰩄󱀅󰭬󰔛󰴖󰎵󰷘󰒍󰥼󰟿󰿃󰰞󰀊󰴨󰑕󰴮󰂞  sun is in eclipse

 her tender face pale  󰀭󰕂󱋇󰔄󰯤󰦒󰺤󰲱󰨆󰰞󰶹󰴨󰑕󰖉󰿭󰀉󰅾󰹼󰚱󱋺󰖼󰪏󰱁󰢩󱃳󱀺󰅽󰙻󰌞󰬤󰏎󱈙󰊦󰖁󰾻󰀣󰄆󰱣󰈊󱋮󰌾󱇯󰁨󰮝󰙬󰏤󰴘󱂫󰿽󰃻󰐣󰥳󱇕󰏈󰂟󰐇󱅑󰢥󱂤󰦎󰗨󰼝󰮵󰳳󰋑󰙷󰢵󰅀󰌤󰮙󰛘  race which at time's natal  󰝡󰔋󰥫󰽃󰞣󰿥󰎈󱅻󰛶󰽥󰆞󰡅󰀭󰕂󱋇󰠶󰙍󰅵󰍗󰪙󱍩󰻾󰍫󱍷󰀫󰨣󰲤󰆩󰬠󰅤󰢳󰈃󰴢󰙻󰼷󱂑󰪵󰝴󰯴󱆆󰍐󰚮󰍾󰓇󰐡󰯾󰥟󰞖󰧵󰔂󰭟󰆻󰟷󰕱󰋚󰁉󰕟󱅄󰀄󰣊󰃮󱈍󰁗󰈾󰺘󰁈󰌣󰇅󰹙󰡪󰋆󰿟󰃼󱆎󰒼󰂫󱆛󱊯󰎁󰴆󰃨󰿡󰘂󰝚󰢕󰄨󰁁󰵌󰤚󰬻  ever on her lover  󰯪󰗔󰌍󱍖󰦲󰗵󰊓󰂰󰷺󱂗󰭺󰉴󰜴󰲸󰆙󰦮󰐲󰖩󰭈󰜣󰪖󱌒󰞖󰧵󰔂󰭟󰆻󰟷󰕱󰌳󰄐󰌳  and lights his  󰌶󰮿󰝏󰤆󰋜󰫇󰙠󰨱󰃗󰥸󰻩󰬵󰂨󰿗󱋇󰄾󰯤󰦒󰈜󰺁󰖎󰓧󰽇󰾃󰵐󰧮󰖉󰿭󰽊󰪐󱊁󰰔󱄶󰊷󰛼󰦇󰖺󰊌󰼬󰞿󰛑󱀅󰨾󰝺󱌌󰀉󰾳󱄞󰖕󱃲󰼈󰝨󰉕󰤈󰶕󰃃󰆇󱈌󰄐󰁉󱂴󰗘󰾦󱅄󰰟󰥮󰝭󰕫󰁣󰆿

 󰑍󰅩󰦗󰅂󰭅󰊅󱆋󰼕󰁘󰭭󰝶󰝞󰣩󰀞󱇟󰘺󰞩󰐤󰷑󰕝󰰦󰢍󰄖󰀺󰥼󰪘󰧿󰨆󰖨󰋓󱉺󰬀󰘹󱆍󰖰󰏣󰒪󰸬󰒕󰃶󱁤󰃘󱄦󰜸󰄷󰍴󰥉󰵞󱀹󱊔󰃜󰃁󰝰󰫥󱌶󰓫󰈙󱆁󰶀󰺮󰕗󰢤󰈼󰏐󱅶󰉑󱅵󰣝󰿬󰫲󰅿󰡚󰡯󰗴󰒋󰥢󱉏󰤄󰰎󰺻󰧟󰋸  sun the pallid faithful moon has been  󰊖󰀨󰰞󰠋󱉵󱉪󱅽󰟯󰎉󰙀󰀡󰧵󰔂󰄍󰭟󰱗󰗊󰂀󰭑󰟜󰄐󰉌󰕟󰚨󱁾󰏸󱈍󰻣󰱜󰻣󰱜󰜹󰈺󰡪󰟮󰎐󰅜󰏨󱇐󰓽󰷫󱆜󰀷󰙬󰛂󰫳󰤫󰎑󰕮󰘌󰠖󰑼󱊅󰅮󰞳󰗨󰮵󰃇󰒶󰿃󰰞󱉡󰙞󰈱  earth her tender face pale  󰹴󰄾󰯤󱀣󰪘󰉴󰟿󱀭󰀊󰴨󰑕󰴮󰿭󰀉󰹼󰚱󱋺󰖼󰪏󰢩󰥥󱃳󱀺󰅰󱅦󰾄󰷙󰼷󰜥󱈙󰖁󰾻󰀣󰱣󰣺󰦃󰌾󱇯  purpose of that  󰛘󰶔󰟄󰘍󰭊󰜘󱂭󰩘󰩐󰷊󰈞󱀄󰂑󰵖󰍱󰅪󰔖󰟜󰔖󰁉󱁾󰕟󱁾󰪋󰡗󰾙󰏸󰁗󰱜󰁫󰘪󰁫󰘪󰁫󰘪󰔀󰈺󰬆󰍔󰃖󰁘󰭭󰮦󰲛󱅄󰎜󰍊󰀸󰆕󰯁󰸾󰅦󰱽󰡏󰶈󰑩󰅽  time's natal hour was first begun  󰱜󰔀󰞽󰦺󰞽󰝈󰞽󰝈󰁘󰮦󰭭󰿟󰃼󱆎󰒼󱆛󰎁󰴆󰔽󰱣󰡸󰢕󰁁󰵌󰤚󰐕󰸐󱋶󰜟󰅟󰳂󰇤󰕻󰽥󰵙󰤕󰗔󰣗󰇊󰻁󱁝󰬈󰬂󰓧󰽇󰾃󰮌󰒒󱇬󰄓󰤠󰛄󰓺󰳂󰇤󱊡󰮆󰛶󰽥󰆞󰯪󰗔󰥫󱍖󰦲󰄅󰊓󰂰󰷺󰶯󰾚󰭺󰜴󰲸󰆙󰦮󰐲󰖩󰶔󰜣󰟄󱌒󰞖󰧵󰔂󰄍󰭟󰆻󰗊󰂀󰭑󰟜󰣎󱉦󰁉󰗘󰃿󰾦󰗎󰾙󰗎󰝭󰢡󰮠󱊤

 and lights his orbit  󰪉󰔄󰄾󰯤󰈜󰚖󰺁󰔹󰽇󰾃󰵐󰧮󰴮󰿭󰹶󰐭󰝤󰙈󱊁󰰔󱄶󰳂󰇤󰸤󰖺󰊌󰼬󰞿󰛑󰨾󰝺󱅑󰀉󰹼󱄞󰖕󱃲󰼈󰝨󰉕󰤈󰶕󰃃󰆇󱅢󱌵󰣎󱉦󰀄󰃾󰨒󰅎󰳪󰅎󰧔󰉮󰧔󰵘󰥭󰧔󰍟󰥭󰉮󰲏󰥭󰉮󰧔󰉮󰍟󰥭󰾙󰏍󱍻󰧔󱍻󰲏󰏍󰭅󰥭󰏍󰔀󰬆󰃖󰮦󰿟󰃼󱆎󰔴󰁥󰠾󱄏󰝤󱌗󰲧󰔞󰜈󰔏󰄂󰄬󰁲󰩡󰉱󰍤󰍷󰱳󰾟󰸲󰍽󰏒󰣴󰠫󰏳󰢦󰤔󰒳󰎨󰜀󰥤󰔴󱄏󰯌󰊑󰸾󰅦󰓁󰬅󱂑󰚼󰙬󰛂󰛺󰽿󰉛󰿭󰆣󰣐󰊁󰳤󰄥󱇂󱆾󰥨󰣦󰄓  love doth in her rise  󱊼󰂝󰹙󰵗󰡪󰃖󰈏󰝶󰅜󰩮󱃡󰢤󰇥󰭠󰝕󰃙󰯻󰄺󰀲󰭿󱈕󱃩󰎊󱂟󰠄󰲐󰓧󰽇󰾃󰟙󰡴󰰽󰉴󰀵󰋃󰕆󰾿󰒗󰮸󰌾󱇯󰧿󰁦󰙬󰛂󱅧󰼔󰖓󰔗󰞊󰇃󰿝󰢲󱍦󰟳󰌞  she softly slips and  󰎃󰏝󰽍󱅂󰾮󰄾󰯤󰦒󰚖󰻹󰈛󰾃󰂬󰼆󰆴󰑮󰎫󰮱󰃈󰰺󰃈󰎑󰘱󱀔󰖧󰜦󰦙󰌈󰠅󰀤󰒣󰚍󰞈  veils the sun's  󱂑󰨯󰀵󱅋󱀢󰊢󰙤󰆒󰍓󱇛󱄃󰈖󰈱󰺌󱃕󰱤󰟠󰗁󰾋󰉠󱂿󰈘󰠫󰄮󰂑󰵖󰍱󰟜󰔖󰁉󰕟󰣊󰙮󰉗󰪋󱈍󰻣󰱜󰓦󰵗󰈺󰃖󱅄󰁘󰝶󰃖󰁘󰮦󰭭󰖈󰅜󱃡󰨢󱅭󰎃󰄥󰛾󰓶󰙙󰊖󰀨󰳛󰀊󰁼󰚮󰌉󰒶󰔪󱇅󱀧󰧍󰫭󱌜󰲟󱀦󰸵󰒞󰚡󰥋󰰎󰺻󰀲󰕘  finds her lover's lips

 󰀦󱇶󰋋󰍭󰁋󱂹󰏕󰀎󰫂󰖦󰋈󰵆󰩤󰁟󰆰󰁛󰉴󰄶󰟐󰡾󰐜󰑢󰰴󰃙󰯻󰁅󰏭󰦠󰆀󰏅󰢈󰳋󰤑  thorns in a daffodil i imagined measureless  󰑳󰁔󰅽󰛵󰩡󰉱󰡁󰍷󰱳󰐆󰩑󰌒󰷬󰓶󰅮󰛾󰩤󰈢󰁟󰙑󰯩󰘠󰭵󰿗󰢷󱄼󰑆󱇁󰱥󰪁󰍴󰥉󰗌󰤶󰎣󰉳󰆓󰉗󰷅󰼁󰈲󰠗󰭭󰥶󰅋󰸞󰭾󰛔󰧟󱋢󰋸  starry space in a waggon-road  󰷅󰪻󰼁󰈲󰲏󰈲󰮞󰥶󰅋󰏕󰀎󰫂󰕾󰸚󰁄󱋔󰀨󰰞󰡓󰖽󰴈󱃃󰲥󱄖󰻲󰵩󰳒󰼼󱁽󰛯󱂏󱀊󰵙󰏆󰞳󰗨󰼝󰪸󰊽󰂡  all good harvests  󰥹󰆪󱍠󰤠󰇦󰠹󱇁󰱥󰍴󰓠󰥉󱌵󰎣󰉳󰈫󰚨󰉗󰷅󰍭󰷅󰼁󰈲󰮞󰁘󰮦󰠥󰈓󰅋󰓡󰰵󰼛󰖦󰙙󰴤󱋔󰆨󰳛󰀊󰴨󰑕󱌌  single seed that the sower sowed