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From where I lingered in a lull in March / Outside the sugar-house one night for choice, / I called the fireman with a careful voice / And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch: / "O fireman, give the fire another stoke, / And send more sparks up chimney with the smoke."
I thought a few might tangle, as they did, / Among bare maple boughs, and in the rare / Hill atmosphere not cease to glow, / And so be added to the moon up there.
The moon, though slight, was moon enough to show / On every tree a bucket with a lid, / And on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow.
The sparks made no attempt to be the moon.
They were content to figure in the trees / As Leo, Orion, and the Pleiades.
And that was what the boughs were full of soon.