Upon the midnight oil burning
Mine eye caught wind, the apparition,
And shot what gaze in fear left for looking
That I heard the last grain, Gravity, sanction'd
Upon the whale fat, flamed and simmering
Caught an airy vagrant-belt, Orion's Constellation,
A dipper in the cauldron sky above the God's own booking
And I took from, with my quill, and down in ethereal mission;
My walkings and traditions by the lamp,
With numbers and brazen catastrophe,
Unhinged by Noble, semi-colon stamps,
The Truth, Faith allowed beyond all knowledge be:
What has ne'er been the eternal figure,
Hast, by this hand and brow, t'grow and linger!
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