Looked up once;
The sky was pink—
Suffusion, brimming
Steady rose.
Bent again to pen and ink—
Bread and butter’s
Evening woes;
Later looked,
By accident,
Between the willow
And the pine:
The west was gold
And umber, blent—
A sudden and
A heady wine.
Looked up once;
The sky was pink—
Suffusion, brimming
Steady rose.
Bent again to pen and ink—
Bread and butter’s
Evening woes;
Later looked,
By accident,
Between the willow
And the pine:
The west was gold
And umber, blent—
A sudden and
A heady wine.
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