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Kenneth Slessor - The Ghost
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"BEES of old Spanish wine 
 Pipe at this Inn to-night, 
 Music and candleshine 
 Fill the dim chambers . . . . 
 "Fans toss and ladies pace, 
 Flutes of cold metal blow, 
 Maidens like winds of lace 
 Tease the dark passages . . . . 
 "Run, you fat kitchen-boys, 
 Pasties in pyramids 
 Rise while your masters poise 
 Flagons with silver lids . . . . 
 "Ha! Let the platters fume, 
 Jars wink and bottles drip, 
 Staining with smoke and spume 
 Lips, tables, tapestries . . . . 
 "Wenches with tousled silk, 
 Mouths warm and bubble eyes, 
 Tumble those beds of milk 
 Under carved canopies . . . . 
 "Now let your lovers dive 
 Deep to that hurricane . . . . 
 O, to be there alive, 
 Breathing again!" 
 So the ghost cried, and pressed to the dark pane, 
 Like a white leaf, his face . . . in vain . . . in vain..
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