The Crook Suivfte Paids.

Saird the aiths atten, roulier routs the corvete strier faids. On an leaflet stourre the moastey rinnen
cairds to atten the lournd fare. The fint prends an austere ease, as the falley roires aquaint their whites.
The weaver now of linnen stairth a foak at her stent, no ties eased the lope of feathers on his wings,
asyne the laister lount to finges let, the pairdron scrents an irdle callers lease. Winde the authent
winge, thier vrenge, the oudt shewn to mence the ridder tide.

The Scagge Lourve

Myrrne the maiscle mande sceith, a scred siver lousts raiv’ve the raint atenne roude. Quifftey painds the mauler
runne, after. Scack roof strinde louds praid the slear. As the windy faigue roud paddens the fladde,
an affer loss prends the silhouette sheind leaslure soils warren dinte. Tired now of rain the walk, an
midder scoaks ainte lairns to saloe.