Listen

I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.

My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure.

The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?

These be Three silent things: The falling snow...the hour Before the dawn...the mouth of one Just dead.

The sunn must lend his goulden beames, Soft windes their breath, green trees their shade, Sweete fields their flowers, cleare springs their streams, Ere such another smyle bee made.

Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea, Why takest thou its melancholy voice, And with that boding cry Why o'er the waves dost fly? O, rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice!