AT last the great, red sun sank low, An evil, blood-shot eye, And cooling airs sprang up to blow The sea that challenged, glow for glow, The angry face of the sky. Still burned the streets we had left behind, Where, tortured and broken down, The millions scarcely hoped to find A moment's escape from the maddening grind In the terrible furnace of town. And, blotting out cities, the twilight fell With a single star at seven... The sea grew wider beneath the spell And the moon, like a broken silver shell, Lay on the shore of heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DEAD LOVER by LOUISE BOGAN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITH CONANT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OF JACOPO DEL SELLAIO by EZRA POUND ASPIRATIONS OF A COUNTRY LAD by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE SONG OF THE INGENUES by PAUL VERLAINE THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE |