" A sudden spark
Pricked through the gloom, and shortly Max espied
With his uncertain vision, so within
he could scarcely trust its truth,
A latticed window where a crimson gleam
Spangled the blackness, and hung from a pin,
An iron crane, were three gilt balls.
Pricked through the gloom, and shortly Max espied
With his uncertain vision, so within
he could scarcely trust its truth,
A latticed window where a crimson gleam
Spangled the blackness, and hung from a pin,
An iron crane, were three gilt balls.
Amy Lowell
