Variations: XVI, by Conrad Aiken

Variations: XVI

Against an orange twilight sky
The street lamp gleams like clearer fire,
The cold wind spills the huddling leaves,
And cold bells, in the sombre spire,
Shake the wind with a savage sound..
The street lamp gleams like a golden eye.   This dust will be possessed of tongues,
These leaves will find a million voices,
These stones will murmur and seize our feet,
These boughs of trees will writhe and beat..
Against an orange twilight sky
The street lamp burns like a golden eye.   The earth's edge, growing black, swings up
With sinister and enormous arc,
The yellow star that came to swim
Silently in the golden sky
Is caught and crushed by that black rim..
The street lamp gleams like an evil eye.

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