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Gargoyles
Gargoyles (1906), PDF p. 59
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SAID.
THE spears of the night at her onset
Are lords of the day for a while,
The magical green of the sunset,
The magical blue of the Nile.
Afloat are the gales
In our slumberous sails
On the beautiful breast of the Nile.
We have swooned through the midday, exhausted
By the lips—they are whips—of the sun,
The horizon befogged and befrosted
By the haze and the grays and the dun
Of the whirlings of sand
Let loose on the land
By the wind that is born of the sun.
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