Tonight



TO-NIGHT the west o'er-brims with warmest dyes ;
Its chalice overflows
With pools of purple colouring the skies,
Aflood with gold and rose ;
And some hot soul seems throbbing close to mine,
As sinks the sun within that world of wine.

-Emily Pauline Johnson,
Flint and Feather, 1912







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