Afreight

1907, George Cathcart Bronson, Thou Shalt Waken, Los Angeles: H. L. Ward, Part 3, p. 77, I bow my head, here in the cool night air / That fans my cheek, afreight with odors rare:

1998, A. A. Attanasio (as Adam Lee), The Shadow Eater, New York: Avon Eos, Part 1, p. 7, an aspiring helix of clematis and hanging roses white and yellow and afreight with golden bees intoxicated by attar

The air with anguish all afreight, / Breeds pestilence within our state,

Beyond in the dark the river flows in a sluggard ooze toward southern seas, running down out of the rain flattened corn and petty crops and riverloam gardens of upcountry land keepers, grating along like bonedust, afreight with the past, dreams dispersed in the water someway, nothing ever lost.