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Under the Light, yet under
Under the Gra** and the Dirt
Under the Beetle's Cellar
Under the Clover's Root
Further than Arm could stretch
Were it Giant long
Further than Sunshine could
Were the Day Year long
Over the Light, yet over
Over the Arc of the Bird
Over the Comet's chimney
Over the Cubit's Head
Further than Guess can gallop
Further than Riddle ride
Oh for a Disc to the Distance
Between Ourselves and the Dead!