Day lingers yet, the western skies
Hang purple-streaked, gold-fringed in parts.
Rare poison! Cup without compare
For our sick mind, that throbs and smarts.
Sweet poison! Drink it to the dregs:
Then marvel why the sharpened thorn
Piercing, should tear a deeper wound –
Wonder in awe, and not with scorn.

Earth is but a pathway,
And the sunset’s glowing,
Shows us whence we came,
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