Good Night! Which put the Candle out? A jealous Zephyr—not a doubt— Ah, friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The Angels—labored diligent— Extinguished—now—for you!
It might—have been the Light House spark— Some Sailor—rowing in the Dark— Had importuned to see! It might—have been the waning lamp That lit the Drummer from the Camp To purer Reveille!
