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MARSHLANDS by Emily Pauline Johnson
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A thin wet sky, that yellows at the rim,
And meets with sun-lost lip the marsh’s brim.
The pools low lying, dank with moss and mould,
Glint through their mildews like large cups of gold.
Among the wild rice in the still lagoon,
In monotone the lizard shrills his tune.
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Hushed lie the sedges, and the vapours creep,
Thick, grey and humid, while the marshes sleep.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52095/marshlands
MARSHLANDS by Emily Pauline Johnson
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A thin wet sky, that yellows at the rim,
And meets with sun-lost lip the marsh’s brim.
The pools low lying, dank with moss and mould,
Glint through their mildews like large cups of gold.
Among the wild rice in the still lagoon,
In monotone the lizard shrills his tune.
...
Hushed lie the sedges, and the vapours creep,
Thick, grey and humid, while the marshes sleep.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52095/marshlands