Against an orange twilight sky The street lamp gleams like clearer fire, The cold wind spills the huddling leaves, And cold bells, in the sombre spire, Shake the wind with a savage sound . . . The streetlamp gleams like a golden eye. This dust will be possessed of tongues, These leaves will find a million voices, These stones will murmur and seize our feet, These boughs of trees will writhe and beat . . . Against an orange twilight sky The streetlamp burns like a golden eye. The earth's edge, growing black, swings up With sinister and enormous arc; The yellow star that came to swim Silently in the golden sky Is caught and crushed by that black rim . . . The streetlamp gleams like an evil eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD EVEN SO by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 78 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SWAMP FOX by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS DIRGE FOR TWO VETERANS by WALT WHITMAN |