winter midnights
He worships me ! And I went on and eppisoded to myself to bring myself up to the mark as I wadded up my back hair . Sez I to myself : `` If Josiah had the eye to see the onseen eagles soarin ' up in the sky above his head , mebby he would also see my faults too plain . If he could hear in winter midnights the murmur of dancin ' waters and the melogious voice of the south wind blowin ' over roses and voyalets , he might also hear the voice of Distrust . If he had the wisdom of Solomon he might also have his discursive fancies , his various and evanescent attachments . But as it is , his love is stiddy and as firm as a rock . So the gouts and the twits evened each other up after all , and the yarn run pretty smooth . ''