gleam darkling adown surface of affluvial flowandflow as again | 1 |
might seem garments of laundry reposing a leasward close at | 2 |
hand in full expectation. And as I was jogging along in a dream as | 3 |
dozing I was dawdling, arrah, methought broadtone was heard and | 4 |
the creepers and the gliders and flivvers of the earth breath and | 5 |
the dancetongues of the woodfires and the hummers in their | 6 |
ground all vociferated echoating: Shaun! Shaun! Post the post! | 7 |
with a high voice and O, the higher on high the deeper and low, | 8 |
I heard him so! And lo, mescemed somewhat came of the noise | 9 |
and somewho might amove allmurk. Now, 'twas as clump, now | 10 |
mayhap. When look, was light and now 'twas as flasher, now | 11 |
moren as the glaow. Ah, in unlitness 'twas in very similitude, | 12 |
bless me, 'twas his belted lamp! Whom we dreamt was a shaddo, | 13 |
sure, he's lightseyes, the laddo! Blessed momence, O romence, | 14 |
he's growing to stay! Ay, he who so swayed a will of a wisp | 15 |
before me, hand prop to hand, prompt side to the pros, dressed | 16 |
like an earl in just the correct wear, in a classy mac Frieze o'coat | 17 |
of far suparior ruggedness, indigo braw, tracked and tramped, | 18 |
and an Irish ferrier collar, freeswinging with mereswin lacers from | 19 |
his shoulthern and thick welted brogues on him hammered to suit | 20 |
the scotsmost public and climate, iron heels and sparable soles, and | 21 |
his jacket of providence wellprovided woolies with a softrolling | 22 |
lisp of a lapel to it and great sealingwax buttons, a good helping | 23 |
bigger than the slots for them, of twentytwo carrot krasnapopp- | 24 |
sky red and his invulnerable burlap whiskcoat and his popular | 25 |
choker, Tamagnum sette-and-forte and his loud boheem toy and | 26 |
the damasker's overshirt he sported inside, a starspangled zephyr | 27 |
with a decidedly surpliced crinklydoodle front with his motto | 28 |
through dear life embrothred over it in peas, rice, and yeggy- | 29 |
yolk, Or for royal, Am for Mail, R.M.D. hard cash on the nail | 30 |
and the most successfully carried gigot turnups now you ever, | 31 |
(what a pairfact crease! how amsolookly kersse!) breaking over | 32 |
the ankle and hugging the shoeheel, everything the best | 33 |
other from (Ah, then may the turtle's blessings of God and Mary | 34 |
and Haggispatrick and Huggisbrigid be souptumbling all over | 35 |
him!) other than (and may his hundred thousand welcome stewed | 36 |