Sough

faint wail of the eagle and the tinkle of the nearest

budding branches overhead a long monotonous swell

that all ditches which convey the water crosse the highway

his uncle, poor gentleman just soughed awa wi’ it in his mouth

stream pinewood’s steady and of the most remote

were brooding presences soughing incantantions

the highway be soughed wall stone and well covered throughout

i took a nap and soucht a’ night balillowing a sound ‘s a tap

the well-greased wherry and a loyal murmur

every bud hiding an invisible force frequently malevolent

tunneling or soughing under the gateways

there gan he to sigh and sowghid for wo

of a feathered arrow torn frae its roots drive All

soughing through the sky, soughing in dull dreams

with a certain murmur or Swooing like the fall of waters

I hae soughed the dark words over and over to myself

the wind came in long sweeps over the fells

for the conveyance of water from the coale

nearly naked branches crackle

which causeth confusion in the Hearing

being one hundred fathoms below the surface

each rude risen tempest soughs its vengeance

through the yellow trees well covered throughout

I came in long sweeps over the highway

at proper distances soughs are formed at the top the of the canal

which prevents it from overflowing during immoderate rains

fathoms below the surface every bud hiding in dull dreams

I hae soughed vengeance through the yellow trees

with a certain murmur wo

each rude risen tempest soughing its gateways

stream pinewood’s fall of waters sigh and sowghid

the fells

each rude soughed the dark words over and soughing through the sky,

soughing in dull mouth and the surface for the conveyance of water

from monotonous swell that all ditches which force frequently malevolent

from a mouth

every bud hiding

were brooding presences

soughing its vengeance

through it in his mouth

i took a water crosse the highway

tempest soughing its immoderate rains

the wind came in long water from the coale

every bud stone and well covered throughout

at proper distances in the Hearing

his uncle, poor and the tinkle of the nearest

the wind came in

formed at the top of a tap

crackle tunneling or under it in his mouth

the highway with a covered throughout and surface

for the conveyance of one hundred fathoms below the surface

which prevents it from overflowing dull dreams

stream

of a feathered

well-greased highway

drives All nearest

ditches which convey the water crosse the highway hae

soughed the dark words over and over the fall of waters

or Swooing of waters most remote were brooding gateways

there gan he to sigh and sowghid soughed the dark words over and over to myself

a sound ‘s a tap

the well-greased

surface

wi’ it in his mouth

for the conveyance

to myself

which causeth confusion in

a feathered arrow torn

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