Smoke

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Title:     Smoke
Author: Theophile Gautier [More Titles by Gautier]

Beneath yon tree sits humble
A squalid, hunchbacked house,
With roof precipitous,
And mossy walls that crumble.

Bolted and barred the shanty.
But from its must and mould,
Like breath of lips in cold,
Comes respiration scanty.

A vapour upward welling,
A slender, silver streak,
To God bears tidings meek
Of the soul in the little dwelling.

[The end]
Theophile Gautier's poem: Smoke

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