A GOLDEN sun went down to-night;
When lo! a vision from the olden
Time, flashed on my inner sight,
With smiles more tender and as golden.
My blood ran cold; for I did know
Another dream of equal splendour
Would follow that; but not with?O!
Not with the golden smiles and tender.
Joseph Skipsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-two-visions/
