Typhoon
(At Hong-kong)I was weary and slept on the Peak; The air clung close like a shroud,And ever the blue-fly's buzz in my ear Hung haunting and hot and loud;I...
(At Hong-kong)I was weary and slept on the Peak; The air clung close like a shroud,And ever the blue-fly's buzz in my ear Hung haunting and hot and loud;I...
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