Muttered Henry:—Lord of matter, thus: br upon some more unquiet spirit knock, br my madnesses have cease. br All the quarter astonishes a lonely out & back. br They set their clocks by Henry House, br the steadiest man on the block. br br And Lucifer:—I smell you for my own, br by smug.—What have I tossed you but the least br (tho' hard); fit for your ears. br Your servant, bored with horror, sat alone br with busy teeth while his dislike increased br unto himself, in tears. br br And he:—O promising despair, br in solitude— —End there. br Your avenues are dying: leave me: I dove br under the oaken arms of Brother Martin, br St Simeon the Lesser Theologian, br Bodhidharma, and Baal Shem Tov.