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M.

C.) The little man with the vague beard and guise Pulled at the wicket. "Come inside!" he said, "I'll show you all we've got now — it was size You wanted? — oh, dry colors!

Well" — he led To a dim alley lined with musty bins,

And pulled one fiercely.

Violent and bold A sudden tempest of mad, shrieking sins Scarlet screamed out above the battered gold Of tins and picture-frames.

I held my breath.

He tugged another hard — and sapphire skies Spread in vast quietude, serene as death,

O'er waves like crackled turquoise — and my eyes Burnt with the blinding brilliance of calm sea! "We're selling that lot there out cheap!" said he.

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Stephen Vincent Benet

Stephen Vincent Benet (July 22, 1898 – March 13, 1943) was an American poet, short story writer, and novelist. He is best known for his book-len…
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