what's o'clock
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Acacias waved dimly beyond the gate, and the smell of their blossoms
Puffed intermittently through the wrought-iron scrollwork.
Challenge and solution—
O loveliness of old, decaying, haunted things!
Little streets untouched, shamefully paved,
Full of mist and fragrance on this rainy evening.
"You should come at dawn," said my friend,
"And see the orioles, and thrushes, and mocking- birds
In the garden."
"Yes," I said absent-mindedly,
And remarked the sharp touch of ivy upon my hand which rested against the wall.
But I thought to myself,
There is no dawn here, only sunset,
And an evening rain scented with flowers.
Puffed intermittently through the wrought-iron scrollwork.
Challenge and solution—
O loveliness of old, decaying, haunted things!
Little streets untouched, shamefully paved,
Full of mist and fragrance on this rainy evening.
"You should come at dawn," said my friend,
"And see the orioles, and thrushes, and mocking- birds
In the garden."
"Yes," I said absent-mindedly,
And remarked the sharp touch of ivy upon my hand which rested against the wall.
But I thought to myself,
There is no dawn here, only sunset,
And an evening rain scented with flowers.
