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III.—In Poverty.
My one poor candle sputters,
My feeble firelight wanes;
The north-wind bangs my shutters
Against the frosted panes.
My feeble firelight wanes;
The north-wind bangs my shutters
Against the frosted panes.
When the bitter night was younger
I craved bread in good truth,
But now I feel hard hunger
Fret me with iron tooth.
I craved bread in good truth,
But now I feel hard hunger
Fret me with iron tooth.
And while I shiver, keeping
This ghastly vigil here,
Across my soul is creeping
A fancy wild and queer.
This ghastly vigil here,
Across my soul is creeping
A fancy wild and queer.
I tell myself that hiding
In some far reach of earth,
Girt with dense dark, is biding
Some diamond of vast worth!
In some far reach of earth,
Girt with dense dark, is biding
Some diamond of vast worth!
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