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 You’re very still, an’ beautiful.... You’re like I guess a hand ’ud be, A-comin’ quietly an’ cool, When all the head was hot like this, Over the eyelids, firm an’ full.... An’ whisperin’ “Hush!” an’ “Never mind! I got you safe,—you go to sleep!” An’ drawin’ o’ you back to rest, Tired-baby-like, on some big Breast, All good, and comfortin’ an’ deep....

....Thunder! In sizin’ up just now This general-gatherum-run-to-rot, Dash’d if I ain’t forgot somehow— I have!—I been an’ clean forgot, (Me an’ the wood in such a plight), Him as was third in the invite, Him as is back of all the lot— God!

Oh, thank Goodness, God! You’re left!

My! Don’t it take the breath.... I say, Was I clean crazy an’ bereft? Ain’t I one sparkicle o’ wit? Fussin’ an’ fossickin’ throughout The whole live world, an’ leavin’ out The very livest bit of it! God—that lit up they stars with light: GOD! That’s Almighty, an’—ALL RIGHT!