XXXIX
Good night! which put the candle out?A jealous zephyr, not a doubt.Ah! friend, you little knewHow long at that celestial wickThe angels labored diligent;Extinguished, now, for you!
It might have been the lighthouse sparkSome sailor, rowing in the dark,Had importuned to see!It might have been the waning lampThat lit the drummer from the campTo purer reveille!