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with the big ring of blue。;
So a servant was sent to buy that one�此 �silver�察�ringed with blue�察�and
smartly it twirled about in the servant's hands as he stood a moment to pay
the vendor。 Then he entered the house�察 �and in another minute he was
standing in the nursery door�察�with some crumpled paper on the end of a
stick which he held out to the little boy。 ;But I wanted a windmill which
went round�察─�cried the little boy。 ;That is the one you asked for�察�Master
Charles�察─�Nursie was a bit impatient�察 �she had mending to do。 ;See�察�it is
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silver�察 �and here is the blue。; ;But it is only a blue streak�察─ �sobbed the
little boy。 ;I wanted a blue ring�察�and this silver doesn't sparkle。; ;Well�察�
Master Charles�察�that is what you wanted�察�now run away and play with it�察�
for I am very busy。;
The little boy hid his tears against the friendly window´pane。 On
the floor lay the motionless�察�crumpled bit of paper on the end of its stick。
But far away across the square was the windmill vendor�察 �with his big
wheel of whirring splendour。 It spun round in a blaze like a whirling
rainbow�察 �and the sun gleamed upon it�察 �and the wind whipped it�察�until it
seemed a maze of spattering diamonds。 ;Cocorico� ─�crowed the golden
cock on the top of the `Stadhuis'。 ;That is something worth crowing for。;
But the little boy did not hear him�察�he was sobbing over the crumpled bit
of paper on the floor。
The Red Lacquer Music´Stand
A music´stand of crimson lacquer�察 �long since brought In some fast
clipper´ship from China�察�quaintly wrought With bossed and carven flowers
and fruits in blackening gold�察 �The slender shaft all twined about and
thickly scrolled With vine leaves and young twisted tendrils�察 �whirling�察�
curling�察�Flinging their new shoots over the four wings�察�and swirling Out
on the three wide feet in golden lumps and streams�察�Petals and apples in
high relief�察 �and where the seams Are worn with handling�察 �through the
polished crimson sheen�察 �Long streaks of black�察 �the under lacquer�察 �shine
out clean。 Four desks�察�adjustable�察�to suit the heights of players Sitting to
viols or standing up to sing�察�four layers Of music to serve every instrument�察�
are there�察�And on the apex a large flat´topped golden pear。 It burns in red
and yellow�察�dusty�察�smouldering lights�察�When the sun flares the old barn´
chamber with its flights And skips upon the crystal knobs of dim
sideboards�察 �Legless and mouldy�察 �and hops�察 �glint to glint�察 �on hoards Of
scythes�察�and spades�察�and dinner´horns�察�so the old tools Are little candles
throwing brightness round in pools。 With Oriental splendour�察�red and gold�察�
the dust Covering its flames like smoke and thinning as a gust Of brighter
sunshine makes the colours leap and range�察�The strange old music´stand
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seems to strike out and change�察�To stroke and tear the darkness with sharp
golden claws�察�To dart a forked�察�vermilion tongue from open jaws�察�To puff
out bitter smoke which chokes the sun�察 �and fade Back to a still�察 �faint
outline obliterate in shade。 Creeping up the ladder into the loft�察�the Boy
Stands watching�察 �very still�察 �prickly and hot with joy。 He sees the dusty
sun´mote slit by streaks of red�察�He sees it split and stream�察�and all about
his head Spikes and spears of gold are licking�察 �pricking�察 �flicking�察�
Scratching against the walls and furniture�察�and nicking The darkness into
sparks�察 �chipping away the gloom。 The Boy's nose smarts with the
pungence in the room。 The wind pushes an elm branch from before the
door And the sun widens out all along the floor�察�Filling the barn´chamber
with white�察�straightforward light�察�So not one blurred outline can tease the
mind to fright。
;O All ye Works of the Lord�察 �Bless ye the Lord�察 �Praise Him�察 �and
Magnify Him for ever。 O let the Earth Bless the Lord�察�Yea�察�let it
Praise Him�察�and Magnify Him for ever。 O ye Mountains and Hills�察�
Bless ye the Lord�察�Praise Him�察�and Magnify Him for ever。 O All
ye Green Things upon the Earth�察�Bless ye the Lord�察�Praise Him�察 �and
Magnify Him for ever。;
The Boy will praise his God on an altar builded fair�察�Will heap it with
the Works of the Lord。 In the morning air�察�Spices shall burn on it�察�and by
their pale smoke curled�察�Like shoots of all the Green Things�察�the God of
this bright World Shall see the Boy's desire to pay his debt of praise。 The
Boy turns round about�察 �seeking with careful gaze An altar meet and
worthy�察�but each table and chair Has some defect�察�each piece is needing
some repair To perfect it�察 �the chairs have broken legs and backs�察 �The
tables are uneven�察�and every highboy lacks A handle or a drawer�察�the desks
are bruised and worn�察�And even a wide sofa has its cane seat torn。 Only in
the gloom far in the corner there The lacquer music´stand is elegant and
rare�察�Clear and slim of line�察�with its four wings outspread�察�The sound of
old quartets�察�a tenuous�察�faint thread�察�Hanging and floating over it�察�it stands
supreme Black�察�and gold�察�and crimson�察�in one twisted scheme� �
A candle on the bookcase feels a draught and wavers�察 �Stippling the
white´washed walls with dancing shades and quavers。 A bed´post�察�grown
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colossal�察�jigs about the ceiling�察�And shadows�察�strangely altered�察�stain the
walls�察 �revealing Eagles�察 �and rabbits�察 �and weird faces pulled awry�察 �And
hands which fetch and carry things incessantly。 Under the Eastern window�察�
where the morning sun Must touch it�察�stands the music´stand�察�and on each
one Of its broad platforms is a pyramid of stones�察�And metals�察�and dried
flowers�察�and pine and hemlock cones�察�An oriole's nest with the four eggs
neatly blown�察�The rattle of a rattlesnake�察�and three large brown Butternuts
uncracked�察 �six butterflies impaled With a green luna moth�察 �a snake´skin
freshly scaled�察�Some sunflower seeds�察�wampum�察�and a bloody´tooth shell�察�
A blue jay feather�察�all together piled pell´mell The stand will hold no more。
The Boy with humming head Looks once again�察�blows out the light�察�and
creeps to bed。
The Boy keeps solemn vigil�察�while outside the wind Blows gustily and
clear�察 �and slaps against the blind。 He hardly tries to sleep�察 �so sharp his
ecstasy It burns his soul to emptiness�察�and sets it free For adoration only�察�
for worship。 Dedicate�察�His unsheathed soul is naked in its novitiate。 The
hours strike below from the clock on the stair。 The Boy is a white flame
suspiring in prayer。 Morning will bring the sun�察�the Golden Eye of Him
Whose splendour must be veiled by starry cherubim�察�Whose Feet shimmer
like crystal in the streets of Heaven。 Like an open rose the sun will stand
up even�察�Fronting the window´sill�察�and when the casement glows Rose´red
with the new´blown morning�察�then the fire which flows From the sun will
fall upon the altar and ignite The spices�察 �and his sacri