Away, a lure long cast and climbing, down
and drowning, dear and dusking, downward bound
enshrouded, webbed and clouded, robed, with crown
of crimson downing, throned, with violet 'round
at sunset's sounding, hung, against the soft
oleander lining, calm, Creation's brush
has picked and painting, placed,displayed aloft
the twilight teeming, torn, aflame and flush;
Toward cradled home, the sun climbs burning back.
The window, far and facing, curtain, drawn
and lacing, braiding, sapphire silk with black
and weavings eastward hanging; Silent spawn,
the starry stream, aflow cascading, bright,
with chards parading, full; the dawn of night.
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