Clasics in Ñspel: MY OWN BELOVÈD, WHO HAST LIFTED ME, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

ILIẒBƮ BAṚT BRǍNÑ

SONITS FṚM Ɖ PORĆGĪZ, 27

Mî ǒn B’luvid, hu hst liftd m
Fṛm ɖs drir flat v rʈ ẃr I wz ʈroun,
N, in btwixt ɖ lanḡd rñlits, bloun
A lîf-breʈ, tl ɖ fōrhed hopf̣li
Śînz ǎt agn, az ol ɖ enjlz si,
Bfr ɖî sevñ cis! Mî ǒn, mî ǒn,
Hu cemist t m ẃn ɖ wrld wz gn,
N I hu lct fr onli God, faund ɖi!
I fînd ɖi; I am sef, n stroñ, n glad.
Az wn hu standz in dȳlis asf̣dél,
Lcs bcwd on ɖ tīdịs tîm h hd
In ɖ upr lîf, – so I, wɖ bŭzm-swel,
Mc witnis, hir, btwn ɖ gd n bad,
Ɖt Luv, az stroñ az Deʈ, rtrivz az wel.

CLASICS IN ÑSPEL

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