[Original]
Twelve o'clock—a misty night—
Glimpsing hints of buried light—
Six years strung in an iron chain—r
Time I stood on the ground again!
So—by your leave! Slip, easy enough,
Withered wrists from the rusty cuff.
The old chain rattles, the old wood groans,
O the clatter of clacking bones!
Here I am, uncoated, unhatted,