This flaming fire,
And all the gold
The eve doth bring
Ere comes the night.
No. 2.
And here are some verses by the esteemed young poet Verhaeren, which I also take from page 28 of his Works:—
ATTIRANCES.
Lointainement, et si étrangement pareils,
De grands masques d’argent que la brume recule,
Vaguent, au jour tombant, autour des vieux soleils.