Excerpt from The Smuggler: A Poem
The Weasel white the barn steals nigh, The dor mouse in his tree nook dreams, The owl breaks out in mournful screams, The water glides in fallen streams, The marsh grass brown Winds shaking whirl, As streams hair wild from crazy girl, The dog close in his kennel sits.
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