And found myself in full conventicle,
—To wit, in Zion Chapel Meeting,
On the Christmas-Eve of 'Forty-nine,
Which, calling its flock to their special clover,
Found all assembled and one sheep over,
Whose lot, as the weather pleased, was mine.
III
I very soon had enough of it.
The hot smell and the human noises,
And my neighbor's coat, the greasy cuff of it,