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FUMES OF CHARCOAL.
September, 1889.
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FUMES OF CHARCOAL.
September, 1889.
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Death has no shape more stealthy.—There you sit,
With all unchanged around you, in your chair,
Watching the wavy tremor of the air
Above the little brazier you have lit,
With all unchanged around you, in your chair,
Watching the wavy tremor of the air
Above the little brazier you have lit,
While Death begins to amorously flit
In silent circles round you, till he dare
Touch with his lips, and, crouching o'er you there,
Kiss you all black, and freeze you bit by bit.
In silent circles round you, till he dare
Touch with his lips, and, crouching o'er you there,
Kiss you all black, and freeze you bit by bit.
Yet she could walk upon the bracing heath,
When steams the dew beneath the morning sun,
And draw the freshness of the mountain's breath:
When steams the dew beneath the morning sun,
And draw the freshness of the mountain's breath:
Were charcoal fumes more sweet as, one by one,
Life's lights went out, beneath that kiss of Death,
And, turning black, the life-blood ceased to run?
Life's lights went out, beneath that kiss of Death,
And, turning black, the life-blood ceased to run?
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