I said, more to mesel' and to the b...

I said, more to mesel' and to the bird than to you I said "see where they are burning the heather, behind Rotherhope yonder?"
sudden effort smuts on us birling dust-scrolls scribble what's to be written forward stone, and linger a little wrinkles your skin, still less-read!
Gurt turve turning darker grey burnin aboon oor Maiden-Way their walking-shroud wavers toward us, broaches the subdue of cloud encroaches its solitary obscurity to stay.
He is just at his limit of wit and vision, he is: jack-merlin across and over, ever merely wider wheels on this same little drift of