Poem: The Lamp Post
The Lamp Post
Come dance in the fogthat swirls around,
and the dazzle of rain
that gladdens the ground.
The beams of the moon
that pick through the dew
now brighten the night
and frighten the gloom.
A shroud covers all,
and I see in the midst
of the cloud-douséd night
a release in the mist.
The clock tolls none,
and through the gloom —
or what was gloom —
the colors run.
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