RANGOON

Just a changing sea of colour
Surging up and flowing down;
And pagodas shining golden, night and noon;
And a sun-burst-tinted throng
Of young priests that move along
Under sun-burst-hued umbrellas through the town.
    That's Rangoon.

Picked Poems. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago: W. B. Conkey Company, 1912.


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