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J. Wolker (1900–1924)

And like the sun and moon,
From both its sides to move
And shine within its gates
In rays of life and love.
That moment Antonin,
The horny stoker, saw
His five and twenty years
Beside the furnace door,
The years in which the knife
Of flame had cut his eyes.

And recognising that
A man can ask no more
Than this, to die a man,
Above the darkness wide
Above the spreading world,
Enormously he cried:

Comrades of the power-house,
I am blind-I cannot see.”

His comrades rushed
In shock and fright.
They bore him home
In double night.
One night, a wife
And baby mourn;
The other night
A Blessed Dawn.