Chapter 27

           Aswhenhevibratesforthhisearliestrays,

           InregionswherehisMakershedhisblood,

           (TheEbrofallingunderloftyLibra,

           AndwatersintheGangesburntwithnoon,)

           SostoodtheSun;hencewasthedaydeparting,

           WhenthegladAngelofGodappearedtous.

           Outsidetheflamehestoodupontheverge,

           Andchantedforth,"Beatimundocorde,"

           Invoicebyfarmorelivingthanourown.

           Then:"Noonefarthergoes,soulssanctified,

           Iffirstthefirebitenot;withinitenter,

           Andbenotdeafuntothesongbeyond."

           Whenwewereclosebesidehimthushesaid;

           Whereforee’ensuchbecameI,whenIheardhim,

           Asheiswhoisputintothegrave.

           UponmyclaspedhandsIstraightenedme,

           Scanningthefire,andvividlyrecalling

           ThehumanbodiesIhadonceseenburned.