The Great Adventure Of Max Breuck: 61
Amy Lowell
His burning eyeballs stared into the dark. The moon had long been set. And still he cried: “Christine! My Love! Christine!” A sudden spark Pricked through the gloom, and shortly Max espied With his uncertain vision, so within Distracted he could scarcely trust its truth, A latticed window where a crimson gleam Spangled the blackness, and hung from a pin, An iron crane, were three gilt balls. His youth Had taught their meaning, now they closed upon his dream.
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