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The sudden night is here at once: The lost lamb cries and runs and stands, For all the poppy cups are hands To seize and take him when he runs. The dusky cups are blood colour; And like a cup of blood this one To drink, and be with Babylon, And love and kiss the lips of her.- Thy sins as snow!-just then it burned The dark-a flaming face and bust; And just beneath here in the dust The Scarlet Woman laughed and turned. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM THE WORLD by CHARLES WEEKES OUR LADY by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE AN EPITAPH by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE EVENING by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE THE ANGELUS; HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1868 by FRANCIS BRET HARTE |
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