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XXXIX. Good night! which put the candle out? A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent; Extinguished, now, for you! It might have been the lighthouse spark Some sailor, rowing in the dark, Had importuned to see! It might have been the waning lamp That lit the drummer from the camp To purer reveille! THIRTY NINE GOOD NIGHT WHICH PUT THE CANDLE OUT A JEALOUS ZEPHYR NOT A DOUBT AH FRIEND YOU LITTLE KNEW HOW LONG AT THAT CELESTIAL WICK THE ANGELS LABOUR DILIGENT EXTINGUISHED NOW FOR YOU IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE LIGHTHOUSE SPARK SOME SAILOR ROWING IN THE DARK HAD IMPORTUNED TO SEE IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE WANING LAMP THAT LIT THE DRUMMER FROM THE CAMP TO PURER REVELRY
d split, for size of me. The meadows mine, the mountains mine, -- All forests, stintless stars, As much of noon as I could take Between my finite eyes. The motions of the dipping birds, The lightning's jointed road, For mine to look at when I liked, -- The news would strike me dead! So safer, guess, with just my soul Upon the window-pane Where other creatures put their eyes, Incautious of the sun. XXXVII. Talk with prudence to a beggar Of "Potosi" and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines! Cautious, hint to any captive You have passed enfranchised feet! Anecdotes of air in dungeons Have sometimes proved deadly sweet! XXXVIII. THE PREACHER. He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, -- The broad are too broad to define; And of "truth" until it proclaimed him a liar, -- The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfeit presence As gold the pyrites would shun. What confusion would cover the innocent Jesus To meet so enabled a man! MINE I TELL YOU THAT MY HEART WOULD SPLIT FOR SIGHS OF ME THE MEADOWS MINE THE MOUNTAINS MINE ALL FORESTS STINTLESS STARS AS MUCH OF NOON AS I COULD TAKE BETWEEN MY FINITE EYES THE MOTIONS OF THE DIPPING BIRDS THE LIGHTNING'S JOINTED ROAD FOR MINE TO LOOK AT WHEN I LIKED THE NEWS WOULD STRIKE ME DEAD SO SAFER GUESS WITH JUST MY SOUL UPON THE WINDOW PANE WHERE OTHER CREATURES PUT THEIR EYES INCAUTIOUS OF THE SUN THIRTY SEVEN TALK WITH PRUDENCE TO A BEGGAR OF POTOSI AND THE MINES REVERENTLY TO THE HUNGRY OF YOUR VIOLENCE AND YOUR WINES CAUTIOUS HINT TO ANY CAPTIVE YOU HAVE PASSED ENFRANCHISED FEET ANECDOTES OF AIR IN DUNGEONS HAVE SOMETIMES PROVED DEADLY SWEET THIRTY EIGHT THE PREACHER HE PREACHED UPON BREADTH TILL IT ARGUED HIM NARROW THE BROAD OR TOO BROAD TO DEFINE AND OF TRUTH UNTIL IT PROCLAIMED HIM A LIAR THE TRUTH NEVER FLAUNTED A SIGN SIMPLICITY FLED FROM HIS COUNTERFEIT PRESENCE AS GOLD THE PYRITES WOULD SHUN WHAT CONFUSION WOULD COVER THE INNOCENT JESUS TO MEET SO ENABLED A MAN
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