Poems (King)/The Opal

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The Opal
IN shadows brown I saw an opal lie,
  Sombre as April sky,
When far the sun supreme his light has hid,
  The ashen clouds amid.

Gently I moved it where the sunbeam's play
  Caressed its face of gray,
And lo! within the seeming-sterile gloom
  A red rose burst to bloom.

Then emerald, crimson, violet—all rich dyes
  That stain the evening skies,
Upon the jewel's magic mirror came
  In trembling maze of flame.

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