Arthur Symons - SunsetsArthur Symons - Sunsets
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The sullen sunsets burn my senses with their flames
And all their changing colours mixed with my desires
Turn into writhing serpents whose intolerable shames
Poison one`s innocent blood, shoot shafts of fires
Out of the Seven Hells` regions where knights and dames
Hold converse, dance and mime, and string their lyres,
And hear, in glittering cages, sinister birds that call their names.
And as I wake and wander always these are woven
With my most feverish dreams, the heat of midnight cloven
With feet of fire, hell`s lightning and hell`s thunder
That mix and mingle in a perilous confusion;
And over and above me, mists of disillusion,
That, as the heart of darkness opens, are rent asunder.
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