The Most of it ðǩ mǩȚst ǩv Ǻt | Compiled Juan Carlos David "He thought he kept the universe alone; for all the voice in answer he could wake was but the mocking echo of his own from som
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Compiled Juan Carlos David
"He thought he kept the universe
alone;
for all the voice in answer he could
wake
was but the mocking echo of his own
from some tree-hidden cliff across
the lake
Some morning from the
boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it
wants
is not its own love back in copy
speech,
but counter-love, original response
And nothing ever came of what he
cried
Unless it was the embodiment that
crashed
In the cliff's talus on the other side,
And then in the far-distant water
splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to
swim,
Instead of proving human when it
neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully
appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up
ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with
horny tread,
And forced the underbrush and
that was all."
— Robert Frost
hi θǤət (h)i kept ðǩ juənǺvǬəs ǩlǩȚn |
fǩr Ǥəl ðǩ vǤǺs Ǻn ǡənsǩ hi kǩd weǺk| wǩz bǩt ðǩ mǢkǺŋ ekǩ(Ț) ǩv Ǻz ǩȚn | frǩm sȜm tri: hǺdn klǺf ǩkrǢs ðǩ leǺk | sȜm mǤənǺŋ frǩm ðǩ bǩȚldǩ brǩukn biətȓ |
hi wȚd kra(Ǻ) ǡȚt Ǣn laǺf | ðǩt wǢt Ǻt wǢnts |
Ǻz nǢt Ǻts ǩȚn lȜv bæk Ǻn kǢpi spiətȓ | bǩt kǡȚntǩ lȜv ǩn ǩrǺdȢǩnlʜ rǺspǢns | ǩn(d) nȜθǺŋ evǩ keǺm ǩv wǢt (h)i kraǺd Ȝnles Ǻt wǩz ði ǺmbǢdǺmǩnt ðǩt kræȓt
Ǻn ðǩ klǺfs teǺlǩs Ǣn ði Ȝðǩ saǺd | ǩn(d) ðen Ǻn ðǩ fǡ: dǺstǩnt wǤətǩ splæȓt |
bǩt ǡəftǩr ǩ taǺm ǩlǡȚd fǩr Ǻt tǩ swǺm Ǻnsted ǩv pruəvǺŋ hjuəmǩn wen Ǻt nǺǩd |
ǩn(d) sȜmwȜn els ǩdǺȓnʜǩl tu Ǻm |
ǩz ǩ DZreǺt bȜk Ǻt pǡ(Ț)ǩf(ǩ)li ǩpǺǩd | pȚȓǺŋ ðǩ krȜmplʜd wǤətǩr Ȝp ǩhed | ǩn(d) lændǺd pǤərǺŋ laǺk ǩ wǤətǩfǤəl | ǩn(d) stȜmblʜd θruə ðǩ rǢks wǺð hǤəni tred |
ǩn(d) fǤəst ði Ȝndǩ brȜȓ | ǩn ðæt wǩz Ǥəl
rǢbǩt frǢst |