In contact, lo! the flint and steel,
By sharp and flame, the thought reveal
That he the metal, she the stone,
Had cherished secretly alone.
By sharp and flame, the thought reveal
That he the metal, she the stone,
Had cherished secretly alone.
Alone (In bad company)
About the poet
Ambrose Gwinett Bierce
1842 - 1914/AmericanAmbrose Bierce was born in Meigs County, Ohio, and reared in Kosciusko County, Ind. He was a printer's apprentice before enlisting and serving with distinction in the Civil War. He launched a journalistic career in California and continued…
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O Intelligence Moving The Third Heaven
O Intelligences moving the third heaven,the reasons heed that from my heart come forth,
With a Book
Words shouting, singing, smiling, frowning--Sense lacking.
Safety-Clutch
Once I seen a human ruinIn a elevator-well.
Weather
Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be--
To the Bartholdi Statue
O Liberty, God-gifted--Young and immortal maid--
