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MARBLE by CLINTON SCOLLARD

First Line: A BLANK UNSHAPELY MASS BUT YESTERDAY
Last Line: A FORM TO HAUNT THE MIDNIGHT OF OUR DREAMS!
Subject(s): CREATION; MARBLE;
A BLANK unshapely mass but yesterday,
As void of beauty as a clod of clay;
Behold, a miracle! -- for now it seems
A form to haunt the midnight of our dreams!



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