The Great Adventure Of Max Breuck: 01

Amy Lowell

A yellow band of light upon the street
Pours from an open door, and makes a wide
Pathway of bright gold across a sheet
Of calm and liquid moonshine.  From inside
Come shouts and streams of laughter, and a snatch
Of song, soon drowned and lost again in mirth,
The clip of tankards on a table top,
And stir of booted heels.  Against the patch
Of candle-light a shadow falls, its girth
Proclaims the host himself, and master of his shop.

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