Hooded in angry mist, the sun goes down:
Steel-gray the clouds roll out across the sea:
Is this a Kingdom? Then give Death the crown,
For here no emperor hath won, save He.
Nightfall
Herbert Asquith
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Poem topics: death, sea, sun, steel, crown, angry, save, kingdom, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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