Swamp — A Thief In The Gloaming   1 comment

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It comes like the thief in the gloaming;

      It comes, and none may foretell

The place of the coming—the glaring;

      They live in a sleepless spell

That wizens, and withers, and whitens;

      It ages the young, and the bloom

Of the maiden is ashes of roses—

      The Swamp Angel broods in his gloom.

— from The Swamp Angel by Herman Melville 

One response to “Swamp — A Thief In The Gloaming

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  1. Actually like the eerie reflection.

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