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The Red—Blaze—is the Morning—
The Violet—is Noon—
The Yellow—Day—is falling—
And after that—is none—
But Miles of Sparks—at Evening—
Reveal the Width that burned—
The Territory Argent—that
Never yet—consumed—
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Territory Argent—that Never yet—consumed—....I think Emily must have kept on meditating on poetry...her words say that....wonderful choice of words