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3. Sept. 9, 1891.
Off the Bells of Ouseley.
The Poet.The water is black and opaque and polished,
Not a ripple to break it, or ray to illume:
From bank to bank, like a sunless tank,
Swept clear of ripples by some witch-broom:
What's it like, dear Muse? come! impart your views,
Or, faith, you'll be soon abolished.
The Muse.
Just the dripping asphalte of rain-washed Paris,
With our gliding punt for the rumbling tram;
And your face shining black in the glistening track:
On the bank, for the workman who drains his dram,
One willow as grim as a phantom dim
Evoked by Augustus Harris.
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