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On a night of mist and rain;
I saw her image simple, plain.
I viewed her repugnant, crass
As she carried a looking-glass
Saw her countenance whose stare
Riddled with sharp looks elsewhere
Saw too many strangers by her side
She could never be my bride
Smiling into tender eyes
Until her image, wan and wise
Exposed a lie to her bright vision
Staring back in grim derision
She flying from despair
Strolled down the mulish stair
I stepped away without argument
And without amorous intent
In an hour of rain and mist
She walked out un-kissed
Fiercely longing for a stranger
To embrace her like her lover
From the landing she heard
My echoes of a muffled word
Softly piercing her pride
She laid her clothes aside
Surreptitiously the night withdrew
Leaving her no familiar clues
She heard the rain no more
Nor heard her lover at the door
Crept to bed but could not sleep
Lay and stared but could not weep
Longed for her lover to come again
Before she severed her giant vain
Zaheed Patel
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