mosses from an old manse
a blog from Nanaimo
Sunday, July 18, 2004
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Maud: A Monodrama
Then I rise, the eavedrops fall,
And the yellow vapours choke
The great city sounding wide;
The day comes, a dull red ball
Wrapt in drifts of lurid smoke
On the misty river-tide.
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