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The Mill (Free verse) by vulcan
Shades and lights and shades and lights
A windmill musing on the height
A woman's passing with her child
Another washing clothes nearby,
But what's that creeping in the dark?
The Artist's secret smile?
In that boat which silently departs
In that man's eyes worldly-wise,
In that Majesty Macabre
Among the things that always Are,
One feels softly immortal.
-"The Mill" is one of Rembrandt's masterpieces
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