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THE RED SUNSETS, 1883 (2), by             Poet's Biography
First Line: The twilight heavens are flushed with gathering light
Last Line: Ye, too, may feast in nature's fairyland.
Alternate Author Name(s): Lake, Claude
Subject(s): Evening; Sunset; Twilight


THE twilight heavens are flushed with gathering light,
And o'er wet roofs and huddling streets below
Hand with a strange Apocalyptic glow
On the black fringes of the wintry night.
Such bursts of glory may have rapt the sight
Of him to whom on Patmos long ago
The visionary angel came to show
That heavenly city built of chrysolite.

And lo, three factory hands begrimed with soot,
Aflame with the red splendour, marvelling stand,
And gaze with lifted faces awed and mute.
Starved of earth's beauty by Man's grudging hand,
O toilers, robbed of labour's golden fruit,
Ye, too, may feast in Nature's fairyland.





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