If the light fail
redeem it —
out of no old book.
out of no false stare.
out of no hardihood
for racing the common horse:
but out of the punctual worm,
crashing the coffin lid,
whose great electric head,
breaking the hoggish herd,
stirs those long wide-world
river bells.
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