English poem
Xiii
The purple days of drouth expand Like a scroll opened out again; The molten heaven drier than sand, The hot red heaven without rain, Sheds iron pain on the empty land.
Versos English Algernon Charles Swinburne Xiii
Versos English Algernon Charles Swinburne Xiii
English poem
The purple days of drouth expand Like a scroll opened out again; The molten heaven drier than sand, The hot red heaven without rain, Sheds iron pain on the empty land.