a hollowed out nap, whose sort of
the branches stretched like
serious objection. ex-
old scratch for some time
It
melt in my boots
the beating of
the strength
myriad
mine the
might
whose sort of corkscrew path
of Nature,
or stone that, attached to a rope, served
the exhaustless charms of the bottom.
There isry them out into the water
gnarled
and confident
walls
first “haul”
grace in
his own mind
breeze,
—
than in all
So taking
mince and wiggle
at one end
ample at the other
perfectly smooth
twisted roots don’t
as they are.
We / them
occasionally
and / there
Down, down,
his mouth streak or
right down to the very bottom
whose
great sleeping spiders
—
and that, with
creased
forests were all around
his tin box
walls, that a
luck !
unruffled
“Hold on,”
holy and
hook it.
It
Didn’t
with
—
his line
hospitable
tackle
been This didn’t
shallows
Well
Like resolution
the cause of
the glossy of the lit-
appetites
At length
was no fish
was a
hollowed out / nap.
—
As
means of
wakened
out “paddled” around
waterlilies mused
ponds,
louder other
great things
was a
a trombone
hot / sound
looked like / lightning
pro-
southwest
pro-
ble
wanted it.
Burr.
The water
round, was quite
mountain of clouden-
pond
prompted by one OCR cross-column misread, multiplied for the page entire, minus erasures, from scan (November 20, 2007) of NYPL copy, Alfred B(illings). Street (1811-81 *), “Summer Fancies” in Northern Light 4:5 (September 2, 1844) : 88-91 (90)
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