the
sender
pleads
rigging in the high land
the boat swain
rocks
over chew and fail
a
pail
to make light sands
between the elbow and the eye of
her heart
my seeming
what spell was this
cast the first stone
by the hedge the serious waters
of stone
grasping the
grange
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