Ravished afar and wide;

Leaves them desolate; crying shrill,

"No beauty shall abide!"

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[Pg 15]

TYPHOON

(At Hong-kong)

I was weary and slept on the Peak;

The air clung close like a shroud,

And ever the blue-fly's buzz in my ear

Hung haunting and hot and loud;

I awoke and the sky was dun

With awe and a dread that soon

Went shuddering thro my heart, for I knew

That it meant typhoon! typhoon!

In the harbour below, far down,

The junks like fowl in a flock

Were tossing in wingless terror, or fled

Fluttering in from the shock.

The city, a breathless bend

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