To-night the west o'er-brims with warmest dyes;
Its chalice overflows
With pools of purple colouring the skies,
Aflood with gold and rose;
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Rather pretty- I'm not sure but I think her first stanza could have carried the day all by itself.
This is the stupidest poem Ive ever seen! This girl is a weird little person who sat in her bedroom writing these terrible poems WHAT DOES IT EVEN MEAN! ! quack quack HMMF!