The White Ship

Foreword
This is an Anglish of The White Ship by H. P. Lovecraft.  by Wordwork. See the wender's leaf for more on the wordings.

English Spelling
I am Basil Elton, keeper of the North light that my father and  kept before me. Far from the shore stands the grey lighthouse, above sunken slimy that  seen when the tide is, but unseen when the tide is high. that beacon for a have swept the   of the seven seas. In the days of my there were many; in the days of my father not so many; and now there  so few that I sometimes feel  alone, as though I were the last man on our.

From far shores came those white-sailed of old; from far Eastern shores where warm suns shine and sweet  linger about   and. The old of the sea came often to my  and told him of these things, which in  he told to my father, and my father told to me in the long  evenings when the wind howled eerily from the East. And I have read more of these things, and of many things besides, in the books men gave me when I was young and filled with wonder.

But more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the lore of. , green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or ; that is not. All my days have I watched it and listened to it, and I know it well. At first it told to me only the little tales of calm beaches and near, but with the years it grew more friendly and spoke of other things; of things more  and more  in  and in time. Sometimes at twilight the grey of the  have  to  me glimpses of the ways beyond; and sometimes at night the deep waters of the sea have grown  and, to  me glimpses of the ways beneath. And these glimpses have been as often of the ways that were and the ways that might be, as of the ways that are; for is more  than the, and  with the  and the  of Time.

Out of the South it was that the White Ship come when the moon was full and high in the heavens. Out of the South it would glide smoothly and  over the sea. And whether the sea was rough or calm, and whether the wind was friendly or, it would always glide smoothly and , its sails and its long   of. One night I upon the  a man, bearded and, and he  to beckon me to  for fair unknown shores. Many times afterward I saw him under the full moon, and ever did he beckon me.

brightly did the moon shine on the night I answered the, and I walked out over the waters to the White Ship on a bridge of moonbeams. The man who had beckoned now spoke a welcome to me in a soft I  to know well, and the  were filled with soft songs of the  as we glided away into a  South, golden with the glow of that full, mellow moon.

And when the day dawned, rosy and, I beheld the green shore of far lands, bright and , and to me unknown. Up from the sea rose lordly of, tree-studded, and shewing here and there the gleaming white roofs and  of. As we drew nearer the green shore the bearded man told me of that land, the Land of Zar, where all the  and thoughts of  that come to men once and then  forgotten. And when I looked upon the  I saw that what he said was true, for among the sights before me were many things I had once seen through the mists beyond the  and in the  depths of. There too were and  more  than any I had ever known; the  of young  who  in  before the world could learn of what  had seen and. But we did not set foot upon the sloping meadows of Zar, for it is told that who treads  may nevermore  to   shore.

As the White Ship sailed away from the   of Zar, we beheld on the   ahead the spires of a mighty ; and the bearded man said to me: “This is Thalarion, the  of a Thousand Wonders, wherein  all those  that man has   to fathom.” And I looked, at  , and saw that the  was greater than any  I had known or  of before. Into the the spires of its  reached, so that no man might behold  ; and far back beyond the  stretched the grim, grey walls, over which one might  only a few roofs, weird and, yet  with rich  and. I yearned mightily to this  yet , and besought the bearded man to land me at the stone  by the  carven gate Akariel; but he   my wish, saying: “Into Thalarion, the  of a Thousand Wonders, many have  but none. Therein walk only and mad things that  no longer men, and the streets  white with the unburied bones of those who have looked upon the  Lathi, that  over the .” So the White Ship sailed on  the walls of Thalarion, and followed for many days a southward-flying bird, whose   matched the  out of which it had.

Then came we to a   with blossoms of every hue, where as far inland as we could see  lovely groves and   beneath a  sun. From buers beyond our came bursts of song and snatches of ,  with  laughter so  that I  the rowers onward in my  to reach the. And the bearded man spoke no word, but watched me as we the lily-lined shore. , a wind blowing from over the meadows and leafy woods brought a  at which I. The wind grew stronger, and the was filled with the,   of -stricken towns and. And as we sailed madly away from that  the bearded man spoke at last, saying: “This is Xura, the Land of  .”

So once more the White Ship followed the bird of heaven, over warm blessed seas fanned by, breezes. Day after day and night after night did we sail, and when the moon was full we would listen to soft songs of the, sweet as on that night when we sailed away from my far. And it was by moonlight that we at last in the harbour of Sona-Nyl, which is  by twin headlands of  that rise from the sea and meet in a. This is the Land of, and we walked to the shore upon a golden bridge of moonbeams.

In the Land of Sona-Nyl there is neither time nor, neither suffering nor death; and there I for many. Green the groves and, bright and  the ,  and  the streams,  and cool the , and  and  the , , and  of Sona-Nyl. Of that land there is no bound, for beyond each of  rises another more. Over the and amidst the  of  rove at will the  folk, of whom all  gifted with unmarred  and. For the that I  there I wandered blissfully through  where   peep from   of, and where the white walks   with  blossoms. I climbed hills from whose  I could see   of loveliness, with steepled towns nestling in , and with the golden  of   glittering on the. And I by moonlight the sparkling sea, the  headlands, and the  harbour wherein lay  the White Ship.

It was the full moon one night in the  year of Tharp that I saw outlined the beckoning  of the  bird, and felt the first stirrings of unrest. Then I spoke with the bearded man, and told him of my new yearnings to for  Cathuria, which no man hath seen, but which all believe to lie beyond the basalt  of the West. It is the Land of Hope, and in it shine the  of all that we know elsewhere; or at least so men. But the bearded man said to me: “Beware of those seas wherein men say Cathuria lies. In Sona-Nyl there is no nor death, but who can tell what lies beyond the basalt  of the West?” Natheless at the next full moon I boarded the White Ship, and with the  bearded man left the  harbour for  seas.

And the bird of heaven flew before, and led us toward the basalt of the West, but this time the  sang no soft songs under the full moon. In my mind I would often the unknown Land of Cathuria with its  groves and, and would wonder what new  there  me. “Cathuria,” I would say to myself, “is the abode of gods and the land of  of gold. Its  of aloe and sandalwood, even as the  groves of Camorin, and among the trees flutter  birds sweet with song. On the green and  of Cathuria stand  of , rich with carven and  , and having in   cool  of silver, where purl with   the  waters that come from the -born  Narg. And the of Cathuria   with golden walls, and   also  of gold. In the of these   , and   whose beds  of coral and. At night the streets and the  lit with    from the three- shell of the, and here  the soft  of the singer and the. And the houses of the of Cathuria  all, each built over a   bearing the waters of the  Narg. Of and porphyry  the houses, and roofed with glittering gold that  the  of the sun and  the  of the  as blissful gods   from the. Fairest of all is the of the great  Dorieb, whom some say to be a  and others a god. High is the of Dorieb, and many  the  of  upon its walls. In its wide halls many, and here hang the  of the. And the roof is of gold, set upon tall  of  and, and having such carven  of gods and  that  who looks up to those heights  to  upon the living Olympus. And the floor of the is of glass, under which flow the cunningly lighted waters of the Narg,  with  fish not known beyond the bounds of lovely Cathuria.”

Thus would I speak to myself of Cathuria, but ever would the bearded man warn me to back to the  shores of Sona-Nyl; for Sona-Nyl is known of men, while none hath ever beheld Cathuria.

And on the thirty-first day that we followed the bird, we beheld the basalt of the West. Shrouded in mist were, so that no man might  beyond  or see   — which indeed some say reach even to the heavens. And the bearded man  me to  back, but I heeded him not; for from the mists beyond the basalt  I  there came the  of singer and ; sweeter than the sweetest songs of Sona-Nyl, and  mine own ; the  of me, who had  far under the full moon and  in the Land of.

So to the of  the White Ship sailed into the mist betwixt the basalt  of the West. And when the  and the mist lifted, we beheld not the Land of Cathuria, but a swift-  sea, over which our helpless  was borne toward some unknown goal. Soon to our ears came the thunder of falling waters, and to our eyes  on the far  ahead the  spray of a , wherein the  of the world drop down to  nothingness. Then did the bearded man say to me with tears on his cheek: “We have the  Land of Sona-Nyl, which we may never behold |. The gods greater than men, and  have .” And I  my eyes before the crash that I knew would come, shutting out the sight of the  bird which flapped its   wings over the  of the.

Out of that crash came darkness, and I heard the of men and of things which were not men. From the East winds arose, and chilled me as I  on the  of  stone which had risen beneath my feet. Then as I heard another crash I opened my eyes and beheld myself upon the of that lighthouse from whence I had sailed so many  ago. In the darkness there loomed the  blurred outlines of a  breaking up on the , and as I  out over the  I saw that the light had  for the first time since my  had  its care.

And in the later watches of the night, when I went within the tower, I saw on the wall a which still  as when I had left it at the  I sailed away. With the dawn I the tower and looked for  upon the, but what I found was only this:  dead bird whose hue was as of the  , and a  shattered , of a whiteness greater than that of the wave-tips or of the  snow.

And thereafter the told me its  no more; and though many times since has the moon shone full and high in the heavens, the White Ship from the South came never.

Anglish Spelling
I am Basil Elton, keeper of the North liht that my father and  kept before me. Far from the score stands the grey lihthuse, abuf sunken slimy that  seen hwen the tide is, but unseen hwen the tide is hih. that beaken for a haf swept the   of the sefen seas. In the days of my there were many; in the days of my father not so many; and now there  so few that I sometimes feel  alone, as thoh I were the last man on ure.

From far scores came those hwite-sailed of old; from far Eastern scores hwere warm suns scine and sweet  linger abute   and. The old of the sea came often to my  and told him of these things, hwic in  he told to my father, and my father told to me in the long  efenings hwen the wind huled eerily from the East. And I haf read more of these things, and of many things besides, in the books men gafe me hwen I was yung and filled with wunder.

But more wunderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the lore of. , green, grey, hwite, or black; smooth, ruffled, or ; that is not. All my days haf I waced it and listened to it, and I cnow it well. At first it told to me only the littel tales of calm beeces and near, but with the years it grew more frendly and spoke of other things; of things more  and more  in  and in time. Sumtimes at twiliht the grey of the  haf  to  me glimpses of the ways beyond; and sumtimes at niht the deep waters of the sea haf grown  and, to  me glimpses of the ways beneath. And these glimpses haf been as often of the ways that were and the ways that miht be, as of the ways that ; for is more  than the, and  with the  and the  of Time.

Ute of the Suth it was that the Hwite Scip cum hwen the moon was full and hige in the hefens. Ute of the Suth it woold glide smoothly and  ofer the sea. And hwether the sea was ruh or calm, and hwether the wind was frendly or, it woold always glide smoothly and , its sails and its long   of. One nigt I upon the  a man, bearded and, and he  to beckon me to  for fair uncnown scores. Many times afterward I saw him under the full moon, and efer did he beckon me.

brigtly did the moon scine on the nigt I answered the, and I walked ute ofer the waters to the Hwite Scip on a bricg of moonbeams. The man hwo had beckoned now spoke a welcum to me in a soft I  to cnow well, and the  were filled with soft songs of the  as we glided away into a  Suth, golden with the glow of that full, mellow moon.

And hwen the day dawned, rosy and, I beheld the green score of far lands, brigt and , and to me uncnown. Up from the sea rose lordly of, tree-studded, and scewing here and there the gleeming hwite roofs and  of. As we drew nearer the green score the bearded man told me of that land, the Land of Zar, hwere all the  and thohts of  that cum to men ons and then  forgotten. And hwen I looked upon the  I saw that hwat he said was trew, for among the sigts before me were many things I had ons seen thruh the mists beyond the  and in the  depths of. There too were and  more  than any I had efer cnown; the  of yung  hwo  in  before the world cood lern of hwat  had seen and. But we did not set foot upon the sloping meadows of Zar, for it is told that hwo treads  may nefermore  to   score.

As the Hwite Scip sailed away from the   of Zar, we beheld on the   ahead the spires of a migty ; and the bearded man said to me: “Thiss is Thalarion, the  of a Thusand Wunders, hwerein  all those  that man has   to fathom.” And I looked, at  , and saw that the  was greater than any  I had cnown or  of before. Into the the spires of its  reaced, so that no man migt behold  ; and far back beyond the  streced the grim, grey walls, ofer hwic one migt  only a few roofs, weerd and, yet  with ric  and. I yearned migtily to thiss  yet , and besoht the bearded man to land me at the stone  by the  carfen gate Akariel; but he   my wisc, saying: “Into Thalarion, the  of a Thusand Wunders, many haf  but none. Therein walk only and mad things that  no longer men, and the streets  hwite with the unberried bones of those hwo haf looked upon the  Lathi, that  ofer the .” So the Hwite Scip sailed on  the walls of Thalarion, and followed for many days a suthward-flying bird, hwos   maced the  ute of hwic it had.

Then came we to a   with blossoms of efery hew, hwere as far inland as we cood see  lufly grofes and   beneath a  sun. From bowers beyond our came bursts of song and snaces of ,  with  lahter so  that I  the rowers onward in my  to reace the. And the bearded man spoke no word, but waced me as we the lily-lined score. , a wind blowing from ofer the meadows and leafy woods broht a  at hwic I. The wind grew stronger, and the was filled with the,   of -stricken tunes and. And as we sailed madly away from that  the bearded man spoke at last, saying: “Thiss is Xura, The Land of  .”

So ons more the Hwite Scip followed the bird of heafen, ofer warm blessed seas fanned by, breeses. Day after day and nigt after nigt did we sail, and hwen the moon was full we woold listen to soft songs of the, sweet as on that nigt hwen we sailed away from my far. And it was by moonligt that we at last in the harber of Sona-Nyl, hwic is  by twin headlands of  that rise from the sea and meet in a. Thiss is the Land of, and we walked to the score upon a golden bricg of moonbeams.

In the Land of Sona-Nyl there is neither time nor, neither suffering nor death; and there I for many. Green the grofes and, brigt and  the ,  and  the streams,  and cool the , and  and  the , , and  of Sona-Nyl. Of that land there is no bund, for beyond ece of  rises another more. Ofer the and amidst the  of  rofe at will the  folk, of hwom all   with unmarred  and. For the that I  there I wandered blissfully threw  hwere   peep from   of, and hwere the hwigt walks   with  blossoms. I climbed hills from hwos  I cood see   of lufliness, with steepled tunes nestling in , and with the golden  of   glittering on the. And I by moonligt the sparkling sea, the  headlands, and the  harber hwerein lay  the Hwite Scip.

It was the full moon one nigt in the  year of Tharp that I saw utelined the beckoning  of the  bird, and felt the first stirrings of unrest. Then I spoke with the bearded man, and told him of my new yearnings to for  Cathuria, hwic no man hath seen, but hwic all beleefe to lie beyond the basalt  of the West. It is the Land of Hope, and in it scine the  of all that we cnow elshwere; or at least so men. But the bearded man said to me: “Beware of those seas hwerein men say Cathuria lies. In Sona-Nyl there is no nor deth, but hwo can tell hwat lies beyond the basalt  of the West?” Natheless at the next full moon I boarded the Hwite Scip, and with the  bearded man left the  harber for  seas.

And the bird of heafen flew before, and led us toward the basalt of the West, but thiss time the  sang no soft songs under the full moon. In my mind I woold often the uncnown Land of Cathuria with its  grofes and, and woold wonder hwat new  there  me. “Cathuria,” I woold say to myself, “is the abode of gods and the land of  of gold. Its  of aloe and sandalwood, efen as the  grofes of Camorin, and among the trees flutter  birds sweet with song. On the green and  of Cathuria stand  of , ric with carfen and  , and hafing in   cool  of silfer, hwere purl with   the  waters that come from the -born  Narg. And the of Cathuria   with golden walls, and   also  of gold. In the of these   , and   hwos beds  of coral and. At nigt the streets and the  lit with    from the three- scell of the, and here  the soft  of the singer and the. And the huses of the of Cathuria  all, ece bilt ofer a   bearing the waters of the  Narg. Of and porfyry  the huses, and roofed with glittering gold that  the  of the sun and  the  of the  as blissful gods   from the. Fairest of all is the of the great  Dorieb, hwom sum say to be a  and others a god. Hige is the of Dorieb, and many  the  of  upon its walls. In its wide halls many, and here hang the  of the. And the roof is of gold, set upon tall  of  and, and hafing suc carfen  of gods and  that  hwo looks up to those higts  to  upon the lifing Olympus. And the floor of the is of glass, under hwic flow the cunningly lited waters of the Narg,  with  fisc not cnown beyond the bunds of lufly Cathuria.”

Thus woold I speak to myself of Cathuria, but efer woold the bearded man warn me to back to the  scores of Sona-Nyl; for Sona-Nyl is cnown of men, hwile none hath efer beheld Cathuria.

And on the thirty-first day that we followed the bird, we beheld the basalt of the West. Scruded in mist were, so that no man migt  beyond  or see   — hwic indeed sum say reace efen to the hefens. And the bearded man  me to  back, but I heeded him not; for from the mists beyond the basalt  I  there came the  of singer and ; sweeter than the sweetest songs of Sona-Nyl, and  mine own ; the  of me, hwo had  far under the full moon and  in the Land of.

So to the of  the Hwite Scip sailed into the mist betwixt the basalt  of the West. And hwen the  and the mist, we beheld not the Land of Cathuria, but a swift-  sea, ofer hwic ure helpless  was borne toward sum uncnown goal. Soon to ure ears came the thunder of falling waters, and to ure eyes  on the far  ahed the  spray of a , hwerein the  of the world drop dune to  nothingness. Then did the bearded man say to me with tears on his ceeck: “We haf the  Land of Sona-Nyl, hwic we may nefer behold. The gods greater than men, and  haf .” And I  my eyes before the crasc that I cnew woold cum, scutting ute the site of the  bird hwic flapped its   wings ofer the  of the.

Ute of that crasc came darkness, and I heard the of men and of things hwic were not men. From the East winds arose, and cilled me as I  on the  of  stone hwic had risen beneath my feet. Then as I herd another crasc I opened my eyes and beheld myself upon the of that ligthuse from hwenss I had sailed so many  ago. In the darkness there loomed the  blurred utelines of a  breaking up on the , and as I  ute ofer the  I saw that the ligt had  for the first time sinss my  had  its care.

And in the later waces of the nigt, hwen I went within the tuer, I saw on the wall a hwic still  as hwen I had left it at the  I sailed away. With the dawn I the tuer and looked for  upon the, but hwat I fund was only thiss:  dead bird hwos hew was as of the  , and a   , of a hwiteness greater than that of the wafe-tips or of the  snow.

And thereafter the told me its  no more; and thoh many times sinss has the moon scon full and hie in the heafens, the Hwite Scip from the Suth came nefer.

Wordwork Spelling
Í am Basil Elton, céper of þe Norþ lít þat mí faþer and  cept béfoar mé. Far from þe schoar stands þe grey líthúss, abuf suncen slímy þat  sén hwen þe tíd is, but unsén hwen þe tíd is hí. þat bécen for a haf swept þe   of þe sefen sés. In þe deys of mí þer wer meny; in þe deys of mí faþer not só meny; and nú þer  só few þat í sumtíms fél  alón, as þó í wer þe last man on úr.

From far schoars cám þós hwít-sáld of old; from far Éstern schoars hwer warm suns schín and swét  linger abút   and. Þe old of þe sé cám often too mí  and told him of þés þings, hwich in  hé told too mí faþer, and mí faþer told too mé in þe long  éfnings hwen þe wind húld érily from þe Ést. And í haf red moar of þés þings, and of meny þings bésíds, in þe boocs men gafe me hwen í was yung and filld wiþþ wunder.

But moar wunderful þan þe loar of old men and þe loar of boocs is þe loar of. , grén, grey, hwít, or blac; smooþ, ruffeld, or ; þat is not. Oal mí deys haf í wachd it and listend to it, and í cnow it well. At first it told too mé ónly þe litel táls of calm béchs and nér, but wiþþ þe yérs it grew moar frendly and spóc of oþer þings; of þings moar  and moar  in  and in tím. Sumtíms at twílít þe grey of þe  haf  too  mé glimpses of þe weys béyond; and sumtíms at nít þe deep waters of þe sé haf grown  and, too  mé glimpses of þe weys bénéþþ. And þese glimpses haf bén as often of þe weys þat wer and þe weys þat mít bé, as of þe weys þat ; for is moar  þan þe, and  wiþþ þe  and þe  of Tím.

Út of þe Súþ it was þat þe Hwít Schip cum hwen þe moon was full and hí in þe hefens. Út of þe Súþ it wood glíd smooþly and  ofer þe sé. And hweþer þe sé was ruff or calm, and hweþer þe wind was frendly or, it wood alweys glíd smooþly and , its sáls and its long   of. Wun nít í upon þe  a man, bérded and, and hé  too becen mé too  for fear uncnown schoars. Meny tíms afterward í saw him under þe full moon, and efer did hé becen mé.

brítly did þe moon schín on þe nít í answerd þe, and í walcd út ofer þe waters to þe Hwít Schip on a bricg of moonbéms. Þe man hwoo had becend nú spóc a welcum too mé in a soft í  to cnow well, and þe  wer filld wiþþ soft songs of þe  as we glíded awey intoo a  Súþ, golden wiþþ þe glow of þat full, melow moon.

And hwen þe dey dawned, rósy and, í béheld þe grén schoar of far lands, brít and , and to mé uncnown. Up from þe sé rós lordly of, tré-studed, and schewing hér and þer þe gléming hwít rooffs and  of. As wé drew nérer þe grén schoar þe bérded man told mé of þat land, þe Land of Zar, hwer oal þe  and þawts of  þat cum to men wunss and þen  forgoten. And hwen í loocd upon þe  í saw þat hwat hé seyd was trew, for amung þe síts béfoar mé wer meny þings í had wunss sén þrew þe mists béyond þe  and in þe  depþs of. Þer too wer and  moar  þan eny í had efer cnown; þe  of yung  hwoo  in  béfoar þe world cood lern of hwat  had sén and. But wé did not set foot upon þe slóping medows of Zar, for it is told þat hwoo treds  mey nefermoar  to   schoar.

As þe Hwít Schip sáld awey from þe   of Zar, wé béheld on þe   ahed þe spírs of a míty ; and þe bérded man seyd too mé: “Þiss is Þalarion, þe  of a Þúsand Wunders, hwerin  oal þós  þat man has   to faþom.” And í loocd, at  , and saw þat þe  was gráter þan eny  í had cnown or  of béfoar. Intoo þe þe spírs of its  réchd, só þat nó man mít béhold  ; and far bac béyond þe  strechd þe grim, grey woals, ofer hwich wun mít  only a few rooffs, weerd and, yet  wiþþ rich  and. Í yernd mítyly too þiss  yet , and bésawt þe bérded man too land mé at þe stón  bí þe  carfen yát Akariel; but hé   mí wisch, seying: “Intoo Þalarion, þe  of a Þúsand Wunders, meny haf  but nun. Þerin walc only and mad þings þat  no longer men, and þe streets  hwít wiþþ þe unberyd bóns of þós hwoo haf loocd upon þe  Laþi, þat  ofer þe .” Sé þe Hwít Schip sáld on  þe woals of Þalarion, and folowd for meny deys a súþward-flíing bird, hwoos   machd þe  út of hwich it had.

Þen cám wé too a   wiþþ blosoms of efery hew, hwer as far inland as wé cood sé  lufly grófs and   bénéþþ a  sun. From búrs béyeond úr cám bersts of song and snachs of ,  wiþþ  lafter só  þat í  þe rowers onward in mí  to réch þe. And þe bérded man spóc nó word, but wachd mé as wé þe lily-línd schoar. , a wind blowing from ófer þe medows and léffy woods brawt a  at hwich í. Þe wind grew stronger, and þe was filld wiþþ þe,   of -stricen túns and. And as wé sáld madly awey from þat  þe bérded man spóc at last, seying: “Þiss is Xura, Þe Land of  .”

Só wunss moar þe Hwít Schip folowd þe bird of hefen, ofer warm blessd sés fand bí, bréses. Dey after dey and nít after nít did wé sál, and hwen þe moon was full we wood listen too soft songs of þe, swét as on þat nít hwen wé sáld awey from mí far. And it was bí moonlít þat wé at last in þe harber of Sona-Nyl, hwich is  bí twin hedlands of  þat rís from þe sé and mét in a. Þiss is þe Land of, and we walcd to þe schoar upon a golden bricg of moonbéms.

In þe Land of Sona-Nyl þer is néþer tím nor, néþer suffering nor deþ; and þer í for meny. Grén þe grófs and, brít and  þe ,  and  þe stréms,  and cool þe , and  and  þe , , and  of Sona-Nyl. Of þat land þer is no búnd, for béyeond éch of  ríses anoþer moar. Ofer þe and amidst þe  of  róf at will þe  folc, of hwoom oal  yiftd wiþþ unmard  and. For þe þat í  þer í wanderd blissfully þrew  hwer   pép from   of, and hwer þe hwít walcs   wiþþ  blosoms. Í clímbd hills from hwoos  í cood sé   of luflyness, wiþþ stépld túnes nesteling in , and wiþþ þe golden  of   glitering on þe. And í bí moonlít þe sparcling sé, þe  hedlands, and þe  harber hwerin ley  þe Hwít Schip.

It was þe full moon wun nít in þe  yér of Þarp þat í saw útlínd þe becening  of þe  bird, and felt þe first stirrings of unrest. Þen í spóc wiþþ þe bérded man, and told him of mí new yernings too for  Caþuria, hwich nó man haþ sén, but hwich oal béléf too lí béyond þe basalt  of þe West. It is þe Land of Hóp, and in it schín þe  of oal þat wé cnow elshwer; or at lést só men. But þe bérded man seyd too mé: “Béwear of þós sés hwerin men sey Caþuria lís. In Sona-Nyl þer is nó nor deþþ, but hwoo can tell hwat lís béyond þe basalt  of þe West?” Náþeless at þe next full moon í boarded þe Hwít Schip, and wiþþ þe  bérded man left þe  harber for  sés.

And þe bird of hefen flew béfoar, and led us tooward þe basalt of þe West, but þiss tíme þe  sang nó soft songs under þe full moon. In mí mínd í wood often þe uncnown Land of Caþuria wiþþ its  grófs and, and wood wunder hwat new  þer  mé. “Caþuria,” í wood sey too míself, “is þe ebód of gods and þe land of  of gold. Its  of  and sandalwood, efen as þe  grófs of Camorin, and amung þe trés fluter  birds swét wiþþ song. On þe grén and  of Caþuria stand  of , rich wiþþ carfen and  , and hafing in   cool  of silfer, hwer purl wiþþ   þe  waters þat cum from þe -born  Narg. And þe of Caþuria   wiþþ golden woals, and   alsó  of gold. In þe of þés   , and   hwos beds  of coral and. At nít þe stréts and þe  lit wiþþ    from þe þré- schell of þe, and hér  þe soft  of þe singer and þe. And þe hússes of þe of Caþuria  oal, éch bilt ofer a   bearing þe waters of þe  Narg. Of and   þe hússes, and rooffd wiþþ glitering gold þat  þe  of þe sun and  þe  of þe  as blissful gods   from þe. Fearest of oal is þe of þe grát  Dorieb, hwoom sum sey too bé a  and oþers a god. Hí is þe of Dorieb, and meny  þe  of  upon its woals. In its wíd hoals meny, and hér hang þe  of þe. And þe roof is of gold, set upon toal  of  and, and hafing such carfen  of gods and  þat  hwoo loocs up too þós híts   to  upon þe lifing Olympus. And þe floar of þe is of glass, under hwich flow þe cuningly lítd waters of þe Narg,  wiþþ  fisch not cnown béyond þe búnds of lufly Caþuria.”

Þuss wood í spék too míself of Caþuria, but efer wood þé bérded man warn mé too bac too þe  schoars of Sona-Nyl; for Sona-Nyl is cnown of men, hwíl nun haþ efer béheld Caþuria.

And on þe þirty-first dey þat wé folowd þe bird, wé béheld þe basalt of þe West. Schrúded in mist wer, só þat no man mít  béyond  or sé   — hwich indéd sum sey réch éfen too þe hefens. And þe bérded man  mé too  bac, but í héded him not; for from þe mists béyond þe basalt  í  þer came þe  of singer and ; swéter þan þe swétest songs of Sona-Nyl, and  mín own ; þe  of mé, hwoo had  far under þe full moon and  in þe Land of.

So too þe of  þe Hwít Schip sáld intoo þe mist bétwixt þe basalt  of þe West. And hwen þe  and þe mist hóf, wé béheld not þe Land of Caþuria, but a swift-  sé, ófer hwich úr helpless  was born tooward sum uncnown gól. Soon too úr érs cám þe þunder of foaling waters, and to úr ís  on þe far  ahed þe  sprey of a , hwerin þe  of þe world drop dún too  nóþingness. Þen did þe bérded man sey too mé wiþþ térs on his cheec: “Wé haf þe  Land of Sona-Nyl, hwich wé mey nefer béhold. Þe gods gráter þan men, and  haf .” And í  mí ís béfoar þe crasch þat í cnew wood cum, schutting út þe sít of þe  bird hwich flapd its   wings ofer þe  of þe.

Út of þat crasch cám darcness, and í herd þe of men and of þings hwich wer not men. From þe Ést winds arós, and chilld mé as í  on þe  of  stón hwich had risen béneeþþ mí fét. Þen as í herd anoþer crasch í opend mí ís and béheld míself upon þe of þat lítehúss from hwenss í had sáld só meny  agó. In þe darcness þer loomd þe  blurd útlíns of a  bráking up on þe , and as í  út ofer þe  í saw þat þe lít had  for þe first tím sinss mí  had  its cear.

And in þe láter wachs of þe nít, hwen í went wiþþin þe túer, í saw on þe woal a hwic still  as hwen í had left it at þe  í sáld away. Wiþþ þe dawn í þe tower and loocd for  upon þe, but hwat í fúnd was only þiss:  ded bird hwoos hew was as of þe  , and a   , of a hwítness gráter þan þat of þe wáf-tips or of þe  snow.

And þerafter þe told mé its  nó moar; and þow meny tíms sinss has þe moon schon full and hí in þe hefens, þe Hwít Schip from þe Súþ cám nefer.