LIFE
LXV
GOOD night! which put the candle out?A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knewHow long at that celestial wickThe angels labored diligent; Extinguished, now, for you!
It might have been the lighthouse sparkSome sailor, rowing in the dark, Had importuned to see!It might have been the waning lampThat lit the drummer from the camp To purer reveille!
LXVI
WHEN I hoped I feared,Since I hoped I dared;Everywhere aloneAs a church remain ;Spectre cannot harm.Serpent cannot charm;He deposes doom,Who hath suffered him.
LXVII
A DEED knocks first at thought,And then it knocks at will.That is the manufacturing spot,And will at home and well.
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