Mathilde Blind - The Red Sunsets I, 1883

Mathilde Blind - The Red Sunsets I, 1883

The twilight heavens are flushed with gathering light, br And o'er wet roofs and huddling streets below br Hang with a strange Apocalyptic glow br On the black fringes of the wintry night. br Such bursts of glory may have rapt the sight br Of him to whom on Patmos long ago br The visionary angel came to show br That heavenly city built of chrysolite. br br And lo, three factory hands begrimed with soot, br Aflame with the red splendour, marvelling stand, br And gaze with lifted faces awed and mute. br Starved of earth's beauty by Man's grudging hand, br O toilers, robbed of labour's golden fruit, br Ye, too, may feast in Nature's fairyland.


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