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. . . This fellow Was one of the popular sort who flourish Unruffled where gods would fall. For a conscience He carried a snug deceit that made him The man of the time and the place, whatever The time or the place might be. THIS FELLOW WAS ONE OF THE POPULAR SORT WHO FLOURISHED UNRUFFLED WHERE GODS WOULD FALL FOR CONSCIENCE HE CARRIED A SNUG DECEIT THAT MADE HIM THE MAN OF THE TIME AND THE PLACE WHATEVER THE TIME WHEN THE PLACE MIGHT BE
the work was over, -- There came to me then no stony vision Of these three hundred days, -- I cherished An awful joy in my brain. I pondered And weighed the thing in my mind, and gloried In life to think that I was to conquer Death at his own dark door, -- and chuckled To think of it done so cleanly. One evening I knew that my time had come. I shuddered A little, but rather for doubt than terror, And followed him, -- led by the nameless devil I worshipped and called my brother. The city Shone like a dream that night; the windows Flashed with a piercing flame, and the pavements Pulsed and swayed with a warmth -- or something That seemed so then to my feet -- and thrilled me With a quick, dizzy joy; and the women And men, like marvellous things of magic, Floated and laughed and sang by my shoulder, Sent with a wizard motion. Through it And over and under it all there sounded A murmur of life, like bees; and I listened And laughed again to think of the flower That grew, blood-red, for me!  WILD COMMAND FORGETFUL OF ALL COME WHEN THE WORK WAS OVER THERE CAME TO ME NO STONY VISION OF THESE THREE HUNDRED DAYS I CHERISHED AN AWFUL JOY IN MY BRAIN I PONDERED AND WEIGHED THE THING IN MY MIND AND GLORIFIED IN LIFE TO THINK THAT I WAS ABLE TO CONQUER DEATH AT HIS OWN DOCK DOOR AND CHUCKLED TO THINK IT DONE SO CLEANLY ONE EVENING I KNEW THAT MY TIME HAD COME I SHUDDERED A LITTLE BUT RATHER FOR DOUBT THAN TERROR AND I FOLLOWED HIM LED BY THE NAMELESS DEVIL I WORSHIPPED AND CALLED MY BROTHER THE CITY SHONE LIKE A DREAM THAT NIGHT THE WINDOWS FLASHED WITH A PIERCING FLAME AND THE PAVEMENTS PULSED AND SWAYED WITH A WARMTH OR SOMETHING THAT SEEMED SO THEN TO MY FEET AND THRILLED ME WITH A QUICK DIZZY JOY AND THE WOMEN AND MEN LIKE MARVELLOUS THINGS OF MAGIC FLOATED AND LAUGHED AND SANG BY MY SHOULDER SENT WITH A WIZARD MOTION THROUGH IT AND OVER AND UNDER IT ALL THERE SOUNDED A MURMUR OF LIFE LIKE BEES AND I LISTENED AND LAUGHED AGAIN TO THINK OF THE FLOWER THAT GREW BLOOD RED FOR ME
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