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THE CRIME

Rondeau Metropolitan

In Harvard Square, when lorries ply,

And noonday clanguors wrack the sky;

When purring demons streak the pave,

Engulfing, like a tidal wave,

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What flotsam 'hap the winds blow by;

Fain would I pause with anguished eye

To view the maelstrom ere I try

A passage. E'en how quake the brave,

In Harvard Square!

Since few less timorous than I

Emerge alive, on then, to die!

But stay: look well my corpse to save!

Let the Rotunda be my grave--

But let my hallowed impress lie

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