Last Lights
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs--
-Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 - 1889),
God's Grandeur
images © 2000 by Randy Wang
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