I see a singing darkness in my unseeing eyes. Of neither water, nor earth, nor night. It quivers, densens, then explodes in black. Then it falls away in strings of rippling beads. And again it quivers, densens. Can you hear it?

With just the turn of a shoulder she indicated the water front, where, at the end of the dock on which they stood, lay the good ship, Mount Vernon, river packet, the black smoke already pouring from her stacks.

Clear your coil of kinkings Into perfect plaiting, Locking loops and linkings Interpenetrating. Why should a man benighted, beduped, befooled, besotted, Call knotful knittings plighted, Not knotty but beknotted?

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