Tag: poetry
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The Sharpshooter: A Poem
THE SHARPSHOOTER Frank H. Sweet Strange, fearful man, as shadow-like and keen, Master of all that comes within his sight, With eyes that seem to pierce the very night, Watching the world about, himself unseen; Perched in some lofty tree, among the green And silent branches, and at such height As seems to suit the […]