M —

throbbed sweeps, M —

crushed sea, M — between

phantom minutes

each had art particular, unshaven, & small

M — could a little voice of them sink

this increased answering dream

have space to themselves, M —

the fires once lapping M —

now red-gold sentinels speaking M —'s honor,

where what's unsure is mirth M — as bird-struck

sun, M —, given up again

old forthcoming M — soon stirred,

so gloves with M — & brick, M —, of fire —

M — to sign bursts, informed & M — do have enough —

voice lads, M — , to these lost gentlemen

cite them a number of afternoon length

M — uncombed, hours pass in elementary fashion

the sea M — so admired crushed between

their phantom minutes, these minutes fretted sciences

like rhymes are riddled, M —, with things almost stars

some avenues showed contrary, M —, they showed

M — fretted by minutes with things nearly M —