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Oh let's go up the hill and scare ourselves	A
As reckless as the best of them to night	B
By setting fire to all the brush we piled	C
With pitchy hands to wait for rain or snow	D
Oh let's not wait for rain to make it safe	E
The pile is ours we dragged it bough on bough	F
Down dark converging paths between the pines	G
Let's not care what we do with it to night	B
Divide it No But burn it as one pile	H
The way we piled it And let's be the talk	I
Of people brought to windows by a light	B
Thrown from somewhere against their wall paper	J
Rouse them all both the free and not so free	K
With saying what they'd like to do to us	L
For what they'd better wait till we have done	M
Let's all but bring to life this old volcano	D
If that is what the mountain ever was	N
And scare ourselves Let wild fire loose we will	O
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And scare you too the children said together	J
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Why wouldn't it scare me to have a fire	J
Begin in smudge with ropy smoke and know	D
That still if I repent I may recall it	P
But in a moment not a little spurt	Q
Of burning fatness and then nothing but	R
The fire itself can put it out and that	S
By burning out and before it burns out	T
It will have roared first and mixed sparks with stars	U
And sweeping round it with a flaming sword	V
Made the dim trees stand back in wider circle	W
Done so much and I know not how much more	X
I mean it shall not do if I can bind it	P
Well if it doesn't with its draft bring on	Y
A wind to blow in earnest from some quarter	J
As once it did with me upon an April	W
The breezes were so spent with winter blowing	Z
They seemed to fail the bluebirds under them	A2
Short of the perch their languid flight was toward	V
And my flame made a pinnacle to heaven	M
As I walked once round it in possession	M
But the wind out of doors you know the saying	Z
There came a gust You used to think the trees	B2
Made wind by fanning since you never knew	C2
It blow but that you saw the trees in motion	M
Something or someone watching made that gust	D2
It put the flame tip down and dabbed the grass	E2
Of over winter with the least tip touch	F2
Your tongue gives salt or sugar in your hand	G2
The place it reached to blackened instantly	K
The black was all there was by day light	B
That and the merest curl of cigarette smoke	H2
And a flame slender as the hepaticas	E2
Blood root and violets so soon to be now	F
But the black spread like black death on the ground	I2
And I think the sky darkened with a cloud	J2
Like winter and evening coming on together	J
There were enough things to be thought of then	K2
Where the field stretches toward the north	L2
And setting sun to Hyla brook I gave it	P
To flames without twice thinking where it verges	E2
Upon the road to flames too though in fear	M2
They might find fuel there in withered brake	N2
Grass its full length old silver golden rod	O2
And alder and grape vine entanglement	P2
To leap the dusty deadline For my own	Q2
I took what front there was beside I knelt	R2
And thrust hands in and held my face away	S2
Fight such a fire by rubbing not by beating	Z
A board is the best weapon if you have it	P
I had my coat And oh I knew I knew	C2
And said out loud I couldn't bide the smother	J
And heat so close in but the thought of all	T2
The woods and town on fire by me and all	T2
The town turned out to fight for me that held me	K
I trusted the brook barrier but feared	U2
The road would fail and on that side the fire	J
Died not without a noise of crackling wood	V2
Of something more than tinder grass and weed	W2
That brought me to my feet to hold it back	X2
By leaning back myself as if the reins	E2
Were round my neck and I was at the plough	F
I won But I'm sure no one ever spread	Y2
Another color over a tenth the space	E2
That I spread coal black over in the time	Z2
It took me Neighbors coming home from town	A3
Couldn't believe that so much black had come there	B3
While they had backs turned that it hadn't been there	B3
When they had passed an hour or so before	X
Going the other way and they not seen it	P
They looked about for someone to have done it	P
But there was no one I was somewhere wondering	Z
Where all my weariness had gone and why	C3
I walked so light on air in heavy shoes	E2
In spite of a scorched Fourth of July feeling	Z
Why wouldn't I be scared remembering that	S
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If it scares you what will it do to us	E2
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Scare you But if you shrink from being scared	D3
What would you say to war if it should come	E3
That's what for reasons I should like to know	D
If you can comfort me by any answer	J
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Oh but war's not for children it's for men	K2
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Now we are digging almost down to China	F3
My dears my dears you thought that we all thought it	P
So your mistake was ours Haven't you heard though	D
About the ships where war has found them out	T
At sea about the towns where war has come	E3
Through opening clouds at night with droning speed	W2
Further o'erhead than all but stars and angels	E2
And children in the ships and in the towns	E2
Haven't you heard what we have lived to learn	G3
Nothing so new something we had forgotten	M
War is for everyone for children too	C2
I wasn't going to tell you and I mustn't	P2
The best way is to come up hill with me	K
And have our fire and laugh and be afraid	H3

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