Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, IN THE FOG, by DAISY DEAN BUTLER

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IN THE FOG, by            
First Line: Shadows seen dimly go slithering by
Last Line: Heaven revealing in each friendly face.

Shadows seen dimly go slithering by;
Sinister footfalls so stealthily sly;
Be they knave's, rascal's or dearest of friend's—
Ghosts, through enchantment, disharmony lends,
Commonplace lost in bewildering mist—
Landmarks awry by vague mystery kissed.

All the world moving—and I, too, move on;
Shapes looming largely—quite near, and then gone;
Fearful, I shun them—away from them steal;
Should I have touched them—would they be real?

I and my fellows, but pawns in the game;
Souls touch but lightly—lives mingle in vain;
Could we but banish the clouds that intrude,
Then would we welcome a sweet interlude:
True understanding all doubt would displace;
Heaven revealing in each friendly face.

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