The Red — Blaze — is the Morning —
The Violet — is Noon —
The Yellow — Day — is falling —
And after that — is none —
But Miles of Sparks — at Evening —
Reveal the Width that burned —
The Territory Argent — that
Never yet — consumed —
The Red — Blaze — is the Morning —
The Violet — is Noon —
The Yellow — Day — is falling —
And after that — is none —
But Miles of Sparks — at Evening —
Reveal the Width that burned —
The Territory Argent — that
Never yet — consumed —
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Sorry, I’m no good at this. I’m trying to analyze this poem, and I’m thinking that it’s just about night and day and the progression to the end. But, another way that I personally am wondering about (plz don’t yell at me, I’m really trying this is one of the very first poems I’ve read! >..