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Rimer

The rimer quenches his unheeded fires,

The sound surceases and the sense expires.

Then the domestic dog, to east and west,

Expounds the passions burning in his breast.

The rising moon o'er that enchanted land

Pauses to hear and yearns to understand.

Written by

Ambrose Gwinett Bierce

1842-1914 / American

LinesWords: 642

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