Shapes of Clay

by Ambrose Bierce


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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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