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In lengthening slumberous reposes lies
Dickens' sterling pen under bluish skies; 
And through them gloats deathless sun,
Taunting all that under his embers burn. 

No more savoring of Oliver’s twisty trials
In doleful dints and extra-nuanced miles;
Nor shall of tested Nell all posterity hear,
Cooed in sweetly plaintive rhythms dear.

Nicholas Nickleby's adventures now 
Must halt and take a somnolent bow,
And leave us at Muse’s orphan gate,
Slow to hug our stark bereaving fate. 

Whence comes a defter pen to tell
Copperfield's youth and pupil spell,
By stingy virtue ridden through cry
And toil with dismal affection nigh?

Stung reader must content themselves
With ancient writs mute on dull shelves,
And with relish cherish and revive tales
Mid-voyage drowned by muffling gales.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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