Against an orange twilight sky The street lamp gleams like clearer fire, The cold wind spills the huddling leaves, And cold bells, in the sombre spire, Shake the wind with a savage sound . . . The streetlamp gleams like a golden eye. This dust will be possessed of tongues, These leaves will find a million voices, These stones will murmur and seize our feet, These boughs of trees will writhe and beat . . . Against an orange twilight sky The streetlamp burns like a golden eye. The earth's edge, growing black, swings up With sinister and enormous arc; The yellow star that came to swim Silently in the golden sky Is caught and crushed by that black rim . . . The streetlamp gleams like an evil eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF DISTRESS BEING HUMILIATED BY THE CLASSICAL CHINESE POETS by HAYDEN CARRUTH A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TWO FUSILIERS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES TO SIR HENRY CARY by BEN JONSON THE WOLF AND THE DOG by JEAN DE LA FONTAINE TO FOREIGN LANDS by WALT WHITMAN BETTY TO HERSELF by EDWARD W. BANNARD |