- Miss Hylla Murzban
Weary from toil at the end of a heavy day
I sat facing an empty evening ahead of me
Wrapped in a mood bereft of thoughts all gay
I watched the home ward flight of a busy bee
Then through this sepulchral silence like the tinkle of a sleigh-bell
There came upon me the sound of a child’s delightful laughter!
Like some music of the sea captured by a delicate shell
I captured its haunting melody ever after!
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