Ilse Marrow’s Hauling Song
- Passage creeps up
The lamp-floor sang as the rope came in, a call and a answer for every pull: Haul on the glass and the glass runs red, lift the light from the dark instead. Two thousand twice and a bell to spare, pull, my lads, the Lantern is there. Thin oil in the pot and a heavy gift in the hand, keep the Antswarm burning till the far bank can stand.