A Glass Onion

“Happy are my eyes to see you.
Sit here on the mat beside me,
Sit here by the dying embers,

Let us pass the night together,
Tell me of your strange adventures,
Of the lands where you have travelled;
I will tell you of my prowess,
Of my many deeds of wonder.”

—from The Song of Hiawatha, H.W. Longfellow

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