An Adaptation..
( zijnzijn ...et vaaaajjjj.....thundersturmunddrang)
As the lion in our teargarten remembers the lililiths of his 1
Nile (shall Ariuz forget Arioun or Boghas the baregams of the 2
Marmarazalles from Marmeniere?) fooi , it may be, tots wearsense full 3
a naggin in twentyg have sigilposted what in our brievingbust, 4
the besieged bedreamt him stil and solely of those nenuphars un- 5
deveiled which had undone him, gone for age, and knew not 6
the watchful treachers at his wake, and theirs to stay. Fooi, 7
chamermissies! Zeepyzoepy, larcenlads! Zijnzijn Zijnzijn! It may 8
be, we moest ons hasten selves te declareer it, that he reglimmed? 9
presaw? the fields of heat and yields of wheat where corngold 10
Ysit? shamed and shone. It may be, we habben to upseek a bitty 11
door our good township's courants want we knew't, that with 12
his deepseeing insight (had not wishing oftebeen but good time 13
wasted), within his enemies , wordwounder broadsteyne 'bove citie 14
(Twillby!) he conscious of patriarchal shamanah , a kingbilly white- 15
horsed in a Finglas mill, prayed, as he sat on anxious seat, (kunt 16
ye neat gift mey toe bout a peer saft eyballds!) during that three 17
and a hellof hours' agony of silence, ex profundis malorum, and 18
bred with unfeigned charity of his wordwounder (an engle to him
Nile (shall Ariuz forget Arioun or Boghas the baregams of the 2
Marmarazalles from Marmeniere?) fooi , it may be, tots wearsense full 3
a naggin in twentyg have sigilposted what in our brievingbust, 4
the besieged bedreamt him stil and solely of those nenuphars un- 5
deveiled which had undone him, gone for age, and knew not 6
the watchful treachers at his wake, and theirs to stay. Fooi, 7
chamermissies! Zeepyzoepy, larcenlads! Zijnzijn Zijnzijn! It may 8
be, we moest ons hasten selves te declareer it, that he reglimmed? 9
presaw? the fields of heat and yields of wheat where corngold 10
Ysit? shamed and shone. It may be, we habben to upseek a bitty 11
door our good township's courants want we knew't, that with 12
his deepseeing insight (had not wishing oftebeen but good time 13
wasted), within his enemies , wordwounder broadsteyne 'bove citie 14
(Twillby!) he conscious of patriarchal shamanah , a kingbilly white- 15
horsed in a Finglas mill, prayed, as he sat on anxious seat, (kunt 16
ye neat gift mey toe bout a peer saft eyballds!) during that three 17
and a hellof hours' agony of silence, ex profundis malorum, and 18
bred with unfeigned charity of his wordwounder (an engle to him