7 mars 2013

The inside, white; as snow, like out
The ebb and turn; a storm with clout
A haven safe, the whitened room
Dispel then, this; unearthly gloom
Hark!, and listen, say I twice
the hissing sound of tepid air
the bane of man, a mortal vice
on him a pox, let all beware!
in a place of vision, and second sights
in a room devoid; of northern lights


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