Doubts
A Web of gold is the western sky!
Golden strands of the sun's bright hair
Caught in the grey clouds everywhere!
Or the tangled skeins of day's broidery?
Golden strands of the sun's bright hair
Caught in the grey clouds everywhere!
Or the tangled skeins of day's broidery?
. . . And now it is that the twilight sings;
Twilight . . . whose voice is full of tears,
Trailing athwart our hopes and fears
The drooping bows of her dusky wings!
Twilight . . . whose voice is full of tears,
Trailing athwart our hopes and fears
The drooping bows of her dusky wings!
In the fading light we dream of death
And closer cling in a long embrace.
O! pure pale girl with the passionate face
Life strips us naked . . . but leaves us breath.
And closer cling in a long embrace.
O! pure pale girl with the passionate face
Life strips us naked . . . but leaves us breath.
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