The Great Adventure Of Max Breuck: 21

Amy Lowell

’Twas noon in Amsterdam, the day was clear,
And sunshine tipped the pointed roofs with gold.
The brown canals ran liquid bronze, for here
The sun sank deep into the waters cold.
And every clock and belfry in the town
Hammered, and struck, and rang.  Such peals of bells,
To shake the sunny morning into life,
And to proclaim the middle, and the crown,
Of this most sparkling daytime!  The crowd swells,
Laughing and pushing toward the quays in friendly strife.

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