Flowers of Gold
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IMPRESSIONS
I
Les Silhouettes
The sea is flecked with bars of gray,
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the moon
Is blown across the stormy bay.
Etched clear upon the pallid sand
The black boat lies: a sailor boy
Clambers aboard in careless joy
With laughing face and gleaming hand.
And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland grass
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like silhouettes against the sky.
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Chicago: Oscar Wilde, "Impressions," Flowers of Gold Original Sources, accessed February 15, 2025, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=AH2F8YE6EHZU18D.
MLA: Wilde, Oscar. "Impressions." Flowers of Gold, Original Sources. 15 Feb. 2025. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=AH2F8YE6EHZU18D.
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