Dusk till Dawn

Alluring, Earth seducing, with high conceitsis the sunset that reignsat the end of westward streets…A sudden flaring skytroubling strangely the passer bywith visions, alien to long streets, of Cythereaor the smooth flesh of Lady Castlemaine…A frolic of crimsonis the spreading glory of the sky,heaven’s jocund maidflaunting a trailed red robealong the fretted city roofsabout the time of homeward going crowds—a vain maid, lingering, loth to go… —T. E. Hume   Scented with Midnight Cherry