Sunset, Sunrise Both Please My Eyes For M Lady Denise Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

The western sky is roseate
but filigreed with finest gold
Now day is done the hour grows late
and night approaches dark and cold.
The sun will sink below the sea
extinguishing the sunset’s flames.
Destroy the golden filigree
as night achieves its wonted aims.
Darkness must give way to the dawn
then in the east the sky glows red
Heralding a new day being born.
The sun arising from his bed.
He will repaint the clouds anew
with pink and peach against the blue.

Sunday,01 August 2010
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