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Where the Chinook Blows |
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THE BUTTES
Half-hid in shadow, vague and drear, They loom like sculptured shapes of fear: Monuments and ghastly domes,
And toppling turrets tall, That rear misshapen forms above
Yon monstrous castle wall— Yon castle wall where dwarfish pine,
In ragged fringes set, To scar the sick moon's pallid face,
With'grotesque silhouette. |
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