Some random Touch—a hand’s imprudent slip—
The Terminals—a flash—a sound like “Zip!”
A smell of Burning fills the startled Air—
The Electrician is no longer there!
He changes his Theme
But let us turn with true Artistic scorn
From facts funereal and from views forlorn
Of Erebus and Blackest midnight born.[14]
Fourth Invocation to the Muse