Clasics in Ñspel: MY POET, THOU CANST TOUCH, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

ILIẒBƮ BAṚT BRǍNÑ

SONITS FṚM Ɖ PORĆGĪZ, 17

Mî powt, ɖǎ cnst tuć on ol ɖ nots
God set btwn Hiz Aftr n Bfr,
N strîc p n strîc of ɖ jenṛl ror
V ɖ ruśñ wrldz a meḷdi ɖt flots
In a srīn er pyrli. Antidots
V meḍcetd ḿzic, anṣrñ fr
Man-cnd’z f’lornist ysz, ɖǎ cnst por
Fṛm ɖns intu ɖer irz. God’z wil dvots
Ɖîn t sć endz, n mîn t wêt on ɖîn.
Hǎ, Dirist, wlt ɖǎ hv m fr most ys?
A hop, t sñ bî gladli? or a fîn
Sad meṃri, wɖ ɖî soñz t inṭfyz?
A śêd, in ẃć t sñ – v pām or pîn?
A grev, on ẃć t rest fṛm sññ? Ćūz.

CLASICS IN ÑSPEL

ÑSPEL

28/06/2020

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