Classic Poem

What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been°
That here personal tells off these heart-song powerful peals?—
A bush-browed beetle-browed billow is it?°
With a south-westerly wind blustering, with a tide rolls reels
Of crumbling, fore-foundering, thundering all-surfy seas in; seen
Underneath, their glassy barrel, of a fairy green.

Or a jaunting vaunting vaulting assaulting trumpet telling.