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Classic and Contemporary Poetry | |||
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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM THE WORLD by CHARLES WEEKES COUNTRY SCHOOLROOM, ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER PSALM 104: THE MAJESTY AND MERCY OF GOD by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SOMETIMES by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. THE COMING STORM' (A PICTURE BY R. S. GIFFORD) by HERMAN MELVILLE ON THE SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS FOR A MARRIAGE OF SAINT KATHERINE [OR, CATHERINE] by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |
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