Les Silhouettes

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Title:     Les Silhouettes
Author: Oscar Wilde [More Titles by Wilde]

The sea is flecked with bars of grey,
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the moon
Is blown across the stormy bay.

Etched clear upon the pallid sand
Lies the black boat: a sailor boy
Clambers aboard in careless joy
With laughing face and gleaming hand.

And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland grass
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like silhouettes against the sky.

-THE END-
Oscar Wilde's poem: Les Silhouettes

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