Shapes of Clay
by Ambrose Bierce
VANISHED AT COCK-CROW
VANISHED AT COCK-CROW.
"I've found the secret of your charm," I said,
Expounding with complacency my guess.
Alas! the charm, even as I named it, fled,
For all its secret was unconsciousness.
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