“The pictures, with their ruddy light,
Are changed to dust and ashes white,
And I am left alone with night.”

—  Lewis Carroll, Three Sunsets and Other Poems

Faces in the Fire (1860), st. 13
Three Sunsets and Other Poems (1898)

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