And lights so dimly, that, as one advances,
At every step one strikes a rock or tree!
Let us then use a Jack-o’-lantern’s glances:
I see one yonder, burning merrily.
Ho, there! my friend! I’ll levy thine attendance:
Why waste so vainly thy resplendence?
Be kind enough to light us up the steep!
Tell me, if we still are standing,
Or if further we’re ascending?
All is turning, whirling, blending,