The sudden night is here at once: The lost lamb cries and runs and stands, For all the poppy cups are hands To seize and take him when he runs. The dusky cups are blood colour; And like a cup of blood this one To drink, and be with Babylon, And love and kiss the lips of her.- Thy sins as snow!-just then it burned The dark-a flaming face and bust; And just beneath here in the dust The Scarlet Woman laughed and turned. |