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Show CLAIRVOYANCE. The autumn sun was dying, Glowed with its light the scene. The crimson sky and the sable earth And the flood of gold between. But she thought not of the sunset; To its pomp here eyes were dim, His country's call had drawn his sword She thought alone of him. In the distant Asian passes The banner of England blew. Beneath its folds she saw him fight; Fighting, he saw her, too. The golden flood was darkened, A shadow before her came; Within the room the warrior stood, Outside the great red flame. A cry broke on the stillness; "Great God!" She reeled and fell, And the sun dropped down, and the sky grew black . j With the gloom of a deathlike spell. In the distant Asian passes j A pale corpse faced the sky. One life the less, one death the more-Strange more-Strange spirit-trogedy! Lord Curzon. |