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By Rose Haig Thomas

this cold grey world for me

With its dull monotony

Of sombre land and sea.

No! a mad career

In another sphere,

Rather than linger here.

Then heigh for rosy Mars!

The king of all the stars!

Where prisms play

Pranks with the day—

There would I stay,

Where light is dark, and darkness bright,

And wisdom folly, weakness might.

Where right is wrong, and wrong made right,

Where night is day, and day is night,

And the night glows rich with a warm red light.

So