In Ñspel: ODE ON MELANCHOLY, by John Keats


ǑD ON MEḶNC̣LI

No, no, g nt t Līʈi, nɖr twist

Wlf’s-ben, tît-rūtd, fr its pôzṇs wîn;

Nr sufr ɖî pel fōrhed t b cist

Bî nîtśêd, rūbi grep v Proṣpîn;

Mc nt yr roẓri v ȳbériz,

Nr let ɖ bītl, nr ɖ deʈmoʈ b

Yr mōrnfl Sîci, nr ɖ dǎni ǎl

A partnr in yr soro’z misṭriz;

Fr śêd t śêd wl cm tù drǎẓli,

N drǎn ɖ wecfl anḡś v ɖ soul.

 

Bt ẃn ɖ meḷnc̣li fit śl fōl

Sudn fṛm hevn lîc a wīpñ clǎd,

Ɖt fostrz ɖ drūp-hedd flǎrz ol,

N hîdz ɖ grīn hil in an Epril śrǎd;

Ɖen glut ɖî soro on a mornñrǒz,

Or on ɖ renbo v ɖ sōlt sandwev,

Or on ɖ wlʈ v globid piyniz;

Or f ɖî mistris sm rić angr śoz,

Imprizn hr soft hand, n let hr rev,

N fīd dīp, dīp upn hr pirlis îz.

 

Ś dwelz wɖ Byti—Byti ɖt mst dî;

N Jô, huz hand z evr at hiz lips

Bidñ ady; n ecñ Pleźr nî,

Trnñ t pôzn ẃl ɖ bìmǎʈ sips:

Ai, in ɖ vri templ v Dlît

Veild Meḷnc̣li hz hr sovṛn śrîn,

Ɖo sìn v nn sev him huz strenẏs tuñ

Cn brst Jô’z grep agnst hiz palit fîn;

Hiz soul śalt test ɖ sadnis v hr mît,

N b amñ hr clǎdi trofiz huñ.

CLASICS IN ÑSPEL

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