The canvas running up in a proud sweep, Wind-wrinkled at the clews, and white like lint,

He kept all the things near the hearth where he had already put some greens, two sour otenga fruits and a bunch of tender curry leaves, along with some dry fire wood.

Perhaps you think you love me now but it is only for an instant, and because you are foiled.

If it be found ſo, ſome will deere abide it.