Orelse，departingdream，andshadowyformOfmidnightvision，gatheringupthyskirts；
Bynightstar-veiling，andbydayDarkeningthelightandblottingoutthesun；
Gothoumyincenseupwardfromthishearth，Andaskthegodstopardonthisclearflame。
Hardgreenwoodjustcut，thoughIusedbutlittleofthat，answeredmypurposebetterthananyother。IsometimesleftagoodfirewhenIwenttotakeawalkinawinterafternoon；andwhenI
returned，threeorfourhoursafterward，itwouldbestillaliveandglowing。MyhousewasnotemptythoughIwasgone。ItwasasifI