Sunset and Sunrise
Torn clouds shot through with sunset fire . . .
Wide fields and wastes of desert sky
Flooded with colour. Dawn's desire
Dies hard; what wounds the west reveals!
Hot gaping rents; the red sun reels
To other risings, sullenly . . .
Wide fields and wastes of desert sky
Flooded with colour. Dawn's desire
Dies hard; what wounds the west reveals!
Hot gaping rents; the red sun reels
To other risings, sullenly . . .
Pallor of dawn hung round the rose-robed sun,
And all the grass sweet-scented and pearl-set
With folded daisies snared in spun
Shreds of torn night mists, woven through
With star-light splendours. In her blue
Bed-chamber, Morning loiters yet! . . .
And all the grass sweet-scented and pearl-set
With folded daisies snared in spun
Shreds of torn night mists, woven through
With star-light splendours. In her blue
Bed-chamber, Morning loiters yet! . . .