to  tide urn and already turned landoufted sandknolls and lay do t still t of his blood.

    above  indifferent dome and t aken o .

    rembled as if t t cyclic movement of tcrembled as if t trange ligo some neastic, dim, uncertain as under sea, traversed by cloudy srembling, trembling and unfolding, a breaking lig spread in endless succession to itself, breaking in full crimson and unfolding and fading to palest rose, leaf by leaf and s soft flusher.

    Evening ure of  its joy.

    o t of t  te of skyline, tide  to t figures in distant pools.