But candles, still, I've not quite done with,
They're things to make such store of fun with.
'Put out the light,' and still there's room
Its 'former' twinklings to 'relume.'
If once they're lighted, that's enough,—
All that is 'left' is kitchen-stuff:
But do not (never for your soul)
'Go for to' cut up candles whole!
I knew a girl who cut her sticks,
Because the chandler smoked the wicks,