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Like all of Wilde’s other French-inspired “Impressions”-poems, this one bears a suiting French title and paints a vivid outdoor scene of colors. Like how “Impression Du Matin” paints an eerily calm fog scene, this one depicts a contrasting graceful holiday vibe, centering around the colors of red an...
The sky is laced with fitful red,
The circling mists and shadows flee,
The dawn is rising from the sea,
Like a white lady from her bed.
And jagged brazen arrows fall
Athwart the feathers of the night,
And a long wave of yellow light
Breaks silently on tower and hall,
And spreading wide across the wold
Wakes into flight some fluttering bird,
And all the chestnut tops are stirred,
And all the branches streaked with gold.