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ECHOES: 12 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY

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First Line: TO ME AT MY FIFTH-FLOOR WINDOW
Last Line: HER THOUGHT IS YOUR ONLY THEME!
To me at my fifth-floor window
The chimney-pots in rows
Are sets of pipes pandean
For every wind that blows;

And the smoke that whirls and eddies
In a thousand times and keys
Is really a visible music
Set to my reveries.

O monstrous pipes, melodious
With fitful tune and dream,
The clouds are your only audience,
Her thought is your only theme!



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