(But we must not stop to read more titles now ... the hour is almost past)
Daylight is fading fast ...
And heaped on the dark, well-rubbed old counter lies his last
And latest venture on seas of commerce ...
Oranges!
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Oranges ... oranges ...
Great balls of golden wonder ... round, perishable globes ...
Here a ripe pyramid most carefully laid
Beside sad-toned materials for matrons’ robes,