Thursday, May 20, 2010

Scarlet Dusk

Relentlessly the gold dusk spreads
And conquers sea and stone:
To swallow whole, in birthing night,
The blood of crimson gloam:
The spill of scarlet fire-foam;
The lark ascends, and cries
And someone heads with gladness, home:
"Goodnight!" The daylight dies.

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