Knowen notten I which
sister made that fateladen pull:
arise, arise! Thy blessed sunrise
full and bright, lightfrighted
eyes ashamed of sight. Cutten
deeper then, deeper still! A’leave
me alone, I said, leave me
be. There I sat stumblefooted
(a stone!); nine moons and more
did passen on by while I there
lied: Do notten disturben! Yet
pulltugpull, tugpulltug—
and out! Outed to light,
outed to fire! So it begunnen
been started, and so I be:
Here in your home, here and free!
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