The Two Visions Poem by Joseph Skipsey

The Two Visions



A GOLDEN sun went down to-night;
When lo! a vision from the olden
Time, flashed on my inner sight,
With smiles more tender and as golden.

My blood ran cold; for I did know
Another dream of equal splendour
Would follow that; but not with―O!
Not with the golden smiles and tender.

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Joseph Skipsey

Joseph Skipsey

Percy, Northumberland
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