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'er

In lawless wedding lost their names.

God of the daybreak! Better be

Black savages; and grin to gird

Our 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 red

Like roses from the blood of Christ.