Behold the Sun— Burst proclaim in purpurate effulgence, Demos dawning, and the Darkness done! The Book of Humorous Verse
With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank, And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine When the eastern conduits ran with wine. Poems
With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank The blood of the sun as he slaughter'd sank, And dipp'd its cup in the purpurate shine When the eastern conduits ran with wine. Bulchevy's Book of English Verse