What a ghastly wall!
     What ennui!
I stared at the space
for half of a day —
     What a waste!
Not a whit I saw
but a cob of dust
and a piece of the wind.
     What a place!
I’d forgotten my name;
oh! even the fly
disdained to be so disgraced.
FIN

What a ghastly wall!

     What ennui!

I stared at the space

for half of a day —

     What a waste!

Not a whit I saw

but a cob of dust

and a piece of the wind.

     What a place!

I’d forgotten my name;

oh! even the fly

disdained to be so disgraced.

FIN

What a ghastly wall!
     What ennui!
I stared at the space
for half of a day —
     What a waste!
Not a whit I saw
but a cob of dust
and a piece of the wind.
     What a place!
I’d forgotten my name;
oh! even the fly
disdained to be so disgraced.
FIN

What a ghastly wall!

     What ennui!

I stared at the space

for half of a day —

     What a waste!

Not a whit I saw

but a cob of dust

and a piece of the wind.

     What a place!

I’d forgotten my name;

oh! even the fly

disdained to be so disgraced.

FIN

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