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When Punch had roared at the inn for days The walls went round in a ringing haze, Miriam, through the splendour seen, Twinkled and smiled like Sheba's Queen, Jake was the devil himself, the host Scratched in a book like a solemn Faust; And the lights like birds went swiftly round With a soft and feathery whistling sound. He seized the table with one great hand And a thousand people helped him stand, "Good-night!" a thousand voices said, The words like gongs assailed his head, And out he reeled, most royally, Singing, amid that company.— Luminous clocks above him rolled, Bells in the darkness heavily tolled, The stars in the sky were smoothly beating In a solemn chorus, all repeating The tick of the great heart in his breast That tore his body, and would not rest.

Singing, he climbed the elusive street, And heard far off his footsteps beat; Singing, they pushed him through the door, And he fell full length on the darkened floor ...

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