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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 PRAYER TO THE OCEAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA MONT BLANC; LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT A BLACKBIRD by WALLACE STEVENS |
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