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72 Bewailing what concerned thee, those torch-holdings

For ever unattended to. In dreams—why,

Beneath the light wing-beats o' the gnat, I woke up

As he went buzzing—sorrows that concerned thee

Seeing, that filled more than their fellow-sleep-time.

Now, all this having suffered, from soul grief-free

I would style this man here the dog o' the stables,

The saviour forestay of the ship, the high roof's

Ground-prop, son sole-begotten to his father,

—Ay, land appearing to the sailors past hope,

Loveliest day to see after a tempest,

To the wayfaring-one athirst a well-spring,

—The joy, in short, of scaping all that's—fatal!

I judge him worth addresses such as these are

—Envy stand off!—for many those old evils