Fog, the Magician (verse)
Cane, Melville
Fogy the Magician Wrapped in a cloak Of grey mystery, Fog, the magician, Steals tip-toe out of the sea. In seven-league boots He skims across the sky, Blowing out the sun, Blotting out the...
...Slowly, dimly, I seem to feel A little of the wonder and the joy That must have gladdened God in the beginning— Creation before him...
...Melville Cane...
...Noiselessly, peacefully, The old world ends...
...Fog saysr—"Presto...
...And motor-cars roll off into a void, Dogs evaporate, Cats dissolve to bodiless meows...
...And sponges every color out of flowers...
...On cobweb wires he slides to earth, , Glides through gardens surreptitiously...
...And birds turn into nothing as they fly, Men grow vague and vanish...
...Nothing remains But fog and me And another world to be...
...Fog claps his hands...
...Churches, houses, trees, He wipes like chalky outlines from a board...
...In seven-league boots He skims across the sky, Blowing out the sun, Blotting out the blue...
Vol. 3 • December 1925 • No. 6
