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But alas, says divine goodness, twitching the cord again & covering the
treasures ,& to with rain & mist, he [illegible] them   with  mud          breaking them up,  & agitation
penitent though we may be, temporarily, our penitence deserves
only a glimpse; & our h &, looking into our hearts, & finding what is
not pleasing to him there, he corrects us thus. The nights
are now full of wind & rainy & windy: the old trees plunge & bend; &
their dishevelled & dishonoured leaves, sta fly helterskelter until the
all over the lawn, they lie & up the bank, & packed damply in gutters, &
rainpipes, they lie pocked & stamped, & with their pock marks on
them ,& their & dissolve. The sea, then eq equally too,
also, the sea plunges & tosses & breaks itself, until col
the for colour there is mud black with a
Also the sea tosses & breaks itself f As for the Then indeed25
when the nig autumn is far advanced, it is again possible
to attempt    f & should any escaped soul, any sleeperdreamer, who
fancies that in sleep he has grasped the hand of the sharer,
walk the edge of the sea, no image will readily
divinely prompt to tame chain the night & sea to service
will readily come to hand; maps will all survey ruin, &
then damp. discomfort.26 the & fear will drive the
craven to sleep again & forgetfulness.    Then indeed
when autumn is far advanced it is again possible to
attempt.

 


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