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THERE COMES A MOMENT OF THE TWILIGHT, by                     Poet's Biography
Last Line: For which we came to be?
Subject(s): Evening; Inventions & Inventors; Light


There comes a moment of the twilight,
The red-forged Orb at his vastest
Sinking (how swiftly!) behind black-ridged
Intricate harbourage of trees,
When brilliant beds of flowers, amid the dimness
Of warm lawns silently resplendent,
Armies of sapphires and of purples,
Flame-cups of red gold, quietude
Of dusky companies of lilies,
Burn with a light not theirs.
They utter, they give off a singing vapour,
Discompose into rumour as of voices,
A troubled ground-swell, every chalice
Steamy with a yearning murmur
After the descended sun!
Something of the late huge riot
Of cloud-light, to them bequeathfhd,
Dwells on, confused, in them,
Thousand by thousand awaiting,
Frail-hung lanterns of some gala
Invisible.
Even so are ye,
All standing now at such a moment
Smoulderers objectless, uncertain,
Artists and priests of all religions,
Shapers of clay, sound, colour,
Shapers of perfection and of symbol,
Shapers of passion and of awe!
Hath it gone, last hem of all that glory
For which we came to be?





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