Basarabian Hills - Groping in a Misty Spread


The fog engulfed the whole spread - 
A gloomy, wavering unreal sea, 
That's blotting out everything ahead 
And's muffling sounds to a whispering degree. 
And shrounded figures in cocoons of fog, 
Come into view like weird spectres, 
And rolling slowly move one, 
While fog and smoke combine in smog 
Thus blackening the things it falls upon.

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