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 Then Antonin, with hands The fire has toughened, throws A shovelful of coal.

And with the coal, since light Can come from man alone, He casts in part his sight, His very eyes, and they That shine as blue and bright As flowers, along the wires Glide on, above the town And shine in cafés, Theatres, and best Of all on tables where Families collect, In glowing, radiant light.

Comrades of the power-house, The wife I have is strange. For when I look upon Her eyes, she weeps and says Some spell must be on me, Because my eyes are changed. For when she married me, She says, my eyes were fine, And like two circles great: But now two tiny bits Remain upon my face As on an empty plate.”