soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the etherial bosom,. Ulysses

Round and round slow. Quick round. We two. All
looked. Halt. Down she sat. All ousted looked. Lips
laughing. Yellow knees.
—Charmed my eye ...
Singing. Waiting she sang. I turned her music. Full
voice of perfume of what perfume does your lilactrees.
Bosom I saw, both full, throat warbling. First I saw. She
thanked me. Why did she me? Fate. Spanishy eyes. Under
a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in
shadow Dolores shedolores. At me. Luring. Ah, alluring.
—Martha! Ah, Martha!
Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in cry of
passion dominant to love to return with deepening yet
with rising chords of harmony. In cry of lionel loneliness
that she should know, must martha feel. For only her he
waited. Where? Here there try there here all try where.
Somewhere.
—Co-ome, thou lost one!
Co-ome, thou dear one!
Alone. One love. One hope. One comfort me. Martha,
chestnote, return!
—Come!
It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar
silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come,
don’t spin it out too long long breath he breath long life,
soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in
the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the etherial bosom,
high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all
around about the all, the endlessnessnessness ...
—To me!
Siopold!
Consumed.
Come. Well sung. All clapped. She ought to. Come.
To me, to him, to her, you too, me, us.
—Bravo! Clapclap. Good man, Simon. Clappyclapclap.
Encore! Clapclipclap clap. Sound as a bell. Bravo, Simon!
Clapclopclap. Encore, enclap, said, cried, clapped all.