Fragment

What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been That h're p'rsonal tells off these heart-song powerful peals? - A bush-browed, beetle-br'wed b'llow is it? With a so'th-w'sterly w'nd bl'stering, with a tide rolls reels Of crumbling, fore-foundering, thundering all-surfy seas in; seen 'nderneath, their glassy barrel, of a fairy green. Or a jaunting vaunting vaulting assaulting trumpet telling