A GOLDEN sun went down to-night; <br /> When lo! a vision from the olden <br />Time, flashed on my inner sight, <br /> With smiles more tender and as golden. <br /> <br />My blood ran cold; for I did know <br /> Another dream of equal splendour <br />Would follow that; but not with?O! <br /> Not with the golden smiles and tender.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-two-visions/
