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No earthly enterprise / Will cloud this vision; so beware, / You whom I love, when you are weak, of seeking comfort stair by stair / Up here: which leads nowhere.
I am at home-oh, I am safe in bed and well tucked in-Despair / Put out the light beside my bed.
I smiled, and closed my eyes.
"Goodnight-goodnight," she said.
But you, you do not like this frosty air.
Cold of the sun's eclipse, / When cocks crow for the first time hopeless, and dogs in kennel howl, / Abandoning the richly-stinking bone, / And the star at the edge of the shamed and altered sun shivers alone, / And over the pond the bat but not the swallow dips, / And out comes the owl.