 |
Three days, three nights, three fearful days
Of death, of flame, of dynamite,
Of God's house thrown a thousand ways;
Blown east by day, blown west by night--
By night? There was no night. Nay, Nay.
The ghoulish flame lit nights that lay
Crouched down between this first, last day!
I say those nights were burned away!
Joaquin
Miller,
Sunset Magazine, June-July 1906
|