ale rubbing scale w is dim

    By a broad er-lily leaf;

    Or mice in ten sheaf

    Forgotten at threshing-place;

    Or birds lost in the one clear space

    Of morning light in a dim sky;

    Or, it may be, the eyelids of one eye,

    Or the door-pillars of one house,

    Or t blossoming apple-boughs

    t he ground;

    Or trings t made one sound

    wise harpers finger ran.

    For this young man

    an end,

    Because they have made so good a friend.

    they pass

    toes of Gorias,

    And Findrias and Falias,

    And long-forgotten Murias,

    Among t kings whose hoard,

    Cauldron and spear and stone and sword,

    as robbed before eart;

    andering from broken street to street

    tcher is,

    And tremble heir love and kiss.

    they

    ander whers away,

    troubles t streams

    But ligars, and gleams

    From there is none

    But fruit t is of precious stone,

    Or apples of the sun and moon.

    o t

    Quiets ;

    t

    On dappled skins in a glass boat,

    Far out under a windless sky;

    hem birds of Aengus fly,

    And over tiller and the prow,

    And o and fro

    A air

    to stir t and their hair.

    And poets found, old ers say,

    A yeree where his body lay;

    But a wild apple he grass

    its s blossom where hers was,

    And being in good , because

    A better time had come again

    After ths