(For D. M. C.) The little man with the vague beard and guise Pulled at the wicket. "Come inside!" he said, "I`ll show you all we`ve got now — it was size You wanted? — oh, dry colors! Well" — he led To a dim alley lined with musty bins, And pulled one fiercely. Violent and bold A sudden tempest of mad, shrieking sins Scarlet screamed out above the battered gold Of tins and picture-frames. I held my breath. He tugged another hard — and sapphire skies Spread in vast quietude, serene as death, O`er waves like crackled turquoise — and my eyes Burnt with the blinding brilliance of calm sea! "We`re selling that lot there out cheap!" said he.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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