Poem by Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce

With a Book

Words shouting, singing, smiling, frowning--
Sense lacking.
Ah, nothing, more obscure than Browning,
Save blacking.

1. A Builder
2. The Valley of Dry Bones
3. Safety-Clutch
4. Convalescent
5. An Inscription

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