Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, FOG, by WILSON PUGSLEY MACDONALD


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First Line: Sound the horn, brother
Last Line: On an amber ledge of sky?
Subject(s): Fog; Haze


"SOUND the horn, brother;
A fog comes this way."
"There is no fog, comrade;
Clear is the day.
Never rode a high sun
In warmer skies."
"The fog grows thicker,"
The old man cries.

"Pile the logs high, brother;
The wind blows cold."
"The wind is warm, comrade,
As the wood-marigold.
The lads have bared their arms,
The lasses their throats."
"Nay, nay; the wind, brother,
Like a thin wraith floats."

Now the fog is falling
Like ghostly rain,
And the winds are calling
For the summer's slain;
And the horns sound hoarsely
And the logs pile high --
But who needs their comfort
When he walks high
On an amber ledge of sky?





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