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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)
 

20 October 2019

tags:
angling; isry them out into the water; latihan; onsense; whose sort of corkscrew path
Alfred B. Street