Love’s Own Hilarious Tincture

Nightfall is no mere failure of sunlight:
Wait for the green flash, for the exact instant
That your sun plummets into sea;
And breathe no wish — wishes are born of weakness —
When green, Love’s own hilarious tincture
Welcomes the sacred mystagogues of Night:
Owls, planets, dark oracular dreams.

Robert Graves, “The Green Flash”

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