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Like Yawn of Fire

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,

And left the flush'd print in a poppy there;

Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,

And the fanning wind puff'd it to flapping flame.


With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank

The blood of the sun as he slaughter'd sank,

And dipp'd its cup in the purpurate shine

When the eastern conduits ran with wine.


~ Francis Thompson


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Taken on May 27, 2010