The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 45
The Pink Terrace
The Pink Terrace.
The fountain of the clouded sky,
Tu Kdpua-raugi—fitly styled,
It flings its steam so wide and high.
'Tis rosy rime they climb this time;
For floors and fringes, terrace piled
O'er terrace, glow with faint carmine,
As fashioned of cormlian fine;
As if continuous, full, from heaven,
Some wide, white avalanche downward driven
Came pouring out of sunset, stained
With sanguine hues it still retained.