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Rh Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing forever my sight; Out of the night a flash, Then, oh, forever the Night!

Here in the dark I sit, I who so loved the sun; Supple and strong and fit, In the dark till my days be done; Aye, that’s the hell of it, Stalwart and twenty-one.

Marie is stanch and true, Willing to be my wife; Swears she has eyes for two… Aye, but it’s long, is Life. What is a lad to do With his heart and his brain at strife?

There now, my pipe is out; No one to give me a light; I grope and I grope about. Well, it is nearly night; Sleep may resolve my doubt, Help me to reason right.…