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'For waking now, because it seems.
, And as, when now we wake from dreams,
'We say, while we recall them, "Fool,
'" To let the chance slip, linger cool
• "When such adventure offered I Just
." A bridge to cross, a dwarf to thrust
." Aside, a wicked mage to stab-
'" And, 10 ye, I had kissed Queen 1\1ab,"­
'So shall we marvel why we grudged
'bur labours here, and idly judged
'Of Heaven, we might have gained, but lose t
• Lose? Talk of loss, and I refuse
'To plead at alII I speak no worse
'Nor better than my ancient nurse
, When she would teU me in my youth
'I well deserved that shapes uncouth
'Should fright and tease me in my sleep­
'Why did I not in memory keep
, Her precept for the evil's cure?
• "Pinch your own arm, boy, and be sure
." You'll wake forthwith I'"
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And as I said
This nonsense, throwing back my head
With light complacent laugh, I found
Suddenly all the midnight round
One fire. The dome of Heaven had stood
As made up of a multitude
Of handbreadth cloudlets, one vast rack,
Of ripples infinite and black,
From sky to sky. Sudden there went.
Like horror and astonishment,
A fieree vindictive scribble of red
Quick flame across, as if one said
(The angry scribe of Judgment) , There­
'Burn it I' And straight I was aware
That the whole rib work round, minute
Cloud touching cloud beyond compuLc,
Was tinted each with its own spot
Of burning at the core, till clot
Jammed against clot, and spilt ils fire
Over all heaven, which 'gan suspire
As fanned to measure equable,-
As when great conflagrations kill
Night overhead, and rise and sink,
Reflected. Now the fire would shrink
And wither off the blasted face
Of heaven, and I distinct could trace
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