“The powers of darkness, that good men hate,
Are vexed with my master, who falters not
In faithful service, early and late?”
xIV
“Ay, that they are,” said the master, “no doubt!”
Said the prentice-boy, “Their time is night,
And it may be they like not this wondrous work
Which thou risest to do ere peep of light!”
XV
“Well hast thou counseled,” the master replied,