Once more torm is howling, and half hid

    Under this cradle-hood and coverlid

    My cacle

    But Gregorys wood and one bare hill

    ack- and roof-levelling wind,

    Bred on tlantic, can be stayed;

    And for an hour I have walked and prayed

    Because of t gloom t is in my mind.

    I his young child an hour

    And ower,

    And under the bridge, and scream

    In tream;

    Imagining in excited reverie

    t ture years had come,

    Dancing to a frenzied drum,

    Out of the sea.

    May sed beauty and yet not

    Beauty to make a strangers eye distraught,

    Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,

    Being made beautiful overmuch,

    Consider beauty a sufficient end,

    Lose natural kindness and maybe

    t-revealing intimacy

    t c, and never find a friend.

    and dull

    And later rouble from a fool,

    great Queen, t rose out of the spray,

    Being fatherless could have her way

    Yet ch for man.

    Its certain t fine

    A crazy salad

    y is undone.

    In courtesy Id have her chiefly learned;

    s are not  but s are earned

    By t are not entirely beautiful;

    Yet many, t he fool

    For beautys very self, has charm made wise,

    And many a poor man t has roved,

    Loved and t himself beloved,

    From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

    May sree

    t all s may like t be,

    And  dispensing round