A thin wet sky, that yellows at the rim,
And meets with sun-lost lip the marsh’s brim.
 
The pools low lying, dank with moss and mould,
Glint through their mildews like large cups of gold.

"Marshlands" | Emily Pauline Johnson (1861–1913)

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