As an old mercer in some sleepy town
Swings wide his windows new day after day,
Sets all his wares around in arch array
To please the taste of passers up and down, –
His hoard of handy things of trite renown,
Of sweets and spices and of faint perfumes,
Of silks and prints, – and at the last illumes
His tiny panes to foil the evening’s frown;
So Nature spreads her proffered treasures: such
As daily dazzle at the morning’s rise, –
Fair show of isle and ocean merchandise,
And airy offerings filmy to the touch;
Then, lest we like not these, in Dark’s bazaars
She nightly tempts us with her store of stars.
(Mahlon Leonard Fisher)
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