Last Lights



'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's,
Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;
    The sun is spent, and now his flasks
    Send forth light squibs, no constant rays;

-John Donne (1572-1631),
A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy's Day,
Being the Shortest Day







images © 1999 by Randy Wang
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