The Sky Line [quatrain]
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Like black fangs in a cruel ogre’s jaw
The grim piles lift against the sunset sky;
Down drops the night, and shuts the horrid maw–
I listen, breathless, but there comes no cry.
Like black fangs in a cruel ogre’s jaw
The grim piles lift against the sunset sky;
Down drops the night, and shuts the horrid maw–
I listen, breathless, but there comes no cry.