Many red devils ran from my heart
And out upon the page,
They were so tiny
The pen could mash them.
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I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
and carousing in sin.
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Places among the stars,
Soft gardens near the sun,
Keep your distant beauty;
Shed no beams upon my weak heart.
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Each small gleam was a voice,
A lantern voice --
In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.
A chorus of colours came over the water;
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"Truth," said a traveller,
"Is a rock, a mighty fortress;
Often have I been to it,
Even to its highest tower,
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When the prophet, a complacent fat man,
Arrived at the mountain-top,
He cried: "Woe to my knowledge!
I intended to see good white lands
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Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the wind --
When he looked about him he was in a far strange country.
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UNWIND my riddle.
Cruel as hawks the hours fly;
Wounded men seldom come home to die;
The hard waves see an arm flung high;
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