movement, the young [mariner?] lay prone he lay as in a trance. That
adolescent expression previously noted
as his, took taking on now something akin
to the look of a slumbering child
seen in the cradle when the warm
hearth-light hearth-glow of the
still chamber at night plays on the
dimples that at whiles mysteriously
form in the cheek, silently coming
and going there. For now and then
in his the gyved one's trance a serene happy light
born of some wandering reminiscence Without
movement, the young [mariner?] lay prone he lay as in a trance. That
adolescent expression previously noted
as his, took taking on now something akin
to the look of a slumbering child
seen in the cradle when the warm
hearth-light hearth-glow of the
still chamber at night plays on the
dimples that at whiles mysteriously
form in the cheek, silently coming
and going there. For now and then
in his the gyved one's trance a serene happy light
born of some wandering reminiscence Without
Transcribed by: Christopher Ohge