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Care for a word stirs

an earthquaken a quagmire

full o’ golliwoggs

 

awriggle a quark

& a quart more a quintain

O quittance poor fool

 

But a quintant sir

yore acquaint’d shore

that bye adieu tell

abit off the string

while a bridle lay idle

in the corn-fell’d awns

 

this from a burgher

the furthest borough too near

a knot-maid’s compeer

 

and a bizarre hare

or clean bird from Chiapor

illegibly more

 

a sigh fore a bier

fore a bitter crone that’s morn

overfed faintly

 

far in the hedges

wild grasses a burnt rose

a silk-maid’s laughter

 

moor’d at thereafter

rather as a wool-card’d spool

anneal’d & utmost

 

an aul-size for caps

one fool sent for glazier tools

this dew on the sett

childe of distress

witness of the veriest

in various need

 

sure all that the steed

visor helmet & the gleave’d

welkin btw

 

as the silver’d plaits

on a grayn roan ran on

to a serenade

 

for the moatess tress’d

nearest to a portcullis

that post-mortar seems

 

shall the rondelles weep

as a note-roll’d handkerchief

settles in the sheaves

ravel knot as hence

moorless as a mystery

whirl’d naught attend

 

rather than a tale

as mundanity attest

only maelstrom

 

yet the kitchen sinks

more or less thereby I stop

while the freezer hums

from a burin rune

to the byre-brake borne to

ran a wood aloft

 

as a panoply

by a crick a moor a mill

& most featherly

 

in a languish swoon

rising as the rime surround

on a misty hill

 

wall-kin of the fog

the silent ground their raiment

deer-maids fly away

 

beyond the bowers

fore an anguish evermore

evermore they leap