Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
A SPLENDID AND PECULIAR SUNSET. |
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A SPLENDID AND PECULIAR SUNSET.
The mountains, molten as by furnace-blast,Glow red; as all their entrail'd wealth of mine
And metal, silver, gold, and marble fine,
Rich-vein'd or statuáry; gems that cast
Colour or light; colours ablaze, or fast;
In-glowing Jacinth, Opal's rainbow-shine,
Fast Ruby; Diamond, Light's “fixed star” shrine,
In confluent splendours flowed, single or massed.
Yonder a lake of iron glows, with gold
Soft fused, Earth's two prime motive powers; there,
With amethystine tintings manifold,
Silver expanse. Earth glows; melts Iris-Air.
O wondrous scene, for work-day sight unrolled,
As God Man's sense of Beauty would repair!
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