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Shelley's Vision/I Will Blow the Thing
By Herman Melville and the EastWestern University Dada Cluster

The EastWestern University Dada Cluster is a society dedicated to using Microsoft Office®'s built-in dictionary and grammar checkers to correct works of literature. It has also been charged with using Babelfish to translate works of literature into foreign languages and back again.

[ Original -> Autocorrected by Microsoft Office -> Korean -> English ]

New Version

In pain when my heart is low
(lately morning)
it will pass by the ocean and
it bloied the wandering --
censor it will carry and hate --
it will carry and my shadow
which sees the fact that it will go discourages.

Inside tiny person fairy
fickleness of the timbre
which it will write
I will blow the thing
dog which it bloies too much
they'n the place:
In my shadow I threw the pebble.

That sunshine saw the field in ground
at the time of low-end me
and illusion capture put on the tube
and the Stephen is similar it trembled:
That time it did each one respect which is awake.

 

Original Poem

Wandering late by morning seas
   When my heart with pain was low--
Hate the censor pelted me--
   Deject I saw my shadow go.

In elf-caprice of bitter tone
I too would pelt the pelted one:
At my shadow I cast a stone.

When lo, upon that sun-lit ground
   I saw the quivering phantom take
The likeness of St. Stephen crowned:
   Then did self-reverence awake.

As found at http://www.gutenberg.org/files/12841/12841-8.txt.