UNFINISHED POEMS
& FRAGMENTS
52
Summa
The best ideal is the true
And other truth is none.
All glory be ascribèd to
The holy Three in One.
53
What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been
That hére pérsonal tells off these heart-song powerful peals?—
A bush-browed, beetle-brówed bíllow is it?
With a soúth-wéterly wínd blútering, with a tide rolls reels
Of crumbling, fore-foundering, thundering all-surfy seas in; seen
Únderneath, their glassy barrel, of a fairy green.
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Or a jaunting vaunting vaulting assaulting trumpet telling
