Opals (Custance)/Sunset and Sunrise
Sunset and Sunrise
Torn clouds shot through with sunset fire . . .Wide fields and wastes of desert skyFlooded with colour. Dawn's desireDies hard; what wounds the west reveals!Hot gaping rents; the red sun reelsTo other risings, sullenly . . .
Pallor of dawn hung round the rose-robed sun,And all the grass sweet-scented and pearl-setWith folded daisies snared in spunShreds of torn night mists, woven throughWith star-light splendours. In her blueBed-chamber, Morning loiters yet! . . .