Art Colours

On must we go: we search dead leaves,We chase the sunset's saddest flames,The nameless hues that o'er and o'erIn lawless wedding lost their names.

God of the daybreak! Better beBlack savages; and grin to girdOur limbs in gaudy rags of red,The laughing-stock of brute and bird;

And feel again the fierce old feast,Blue for seven heavens that had sufficed,A gold like shining hoards, a redLike roses from the blood of Christ.