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In reverie they emulate the noble mood Of giant sphinxes stretched in depths of solitude Who seem to slumber in a never-ending dream. Baudelaire.
IN WREATHS OF SMOKE In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of olden days uprise, And in his dreamer’s reverie They haunt the smoker’s brain, and he Breathes for the past regretfu…