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 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
“SPECKS, TINY SPECKS”
“Specks, tiny specks, in this translucent amber:Your leave, bride-roses, may one pry and see?
How odd! a dainty little skeleton-chamber;
And—odder yet—sealed walls but windows be!
Death's open secret.—Well, we are;
And here comes the jolly angel with the jar!”
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |