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FOGGY DAYS, by            
First Line: The white mist rolls in from the sea
Last Line: In thick white swirling mist that smells of sea.
Subject(s): Fog; Haze


The white mist rolls in from the sea
And wraps the hills in mystery,
And hides familiar things;
And far
Beyond the ragged bar
A whistling buoy dips and swings.
The foghorns bellow; shrill and high
The sirens shriek their warning cry
From ships that pass.
The white mist drips with rain, and curls
My dampened hair in tiny whirls,
And soaks the linen laid to dry
Upon the grass.
A fisherman in oilskin coat
Crosses the shingle, from his boat,
And crunches home to tea.

Alone am I
In thick white swirling mist that smells of sea.





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