Quote#Nature
The ardour of red flame is thine
Quote byLionel Pigot Johnson · 1867–1902
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Dark Angel (1895).
English (original)
The ardour of red flame is thine, And thine the steely soul of ice: Thou poisonest the fair design Of nature, with unfair device.Apples of ashes, golden bright; Waters of bitterness, how sweet! O banquet of a foul delight, Prepared by thee, dark Paraclete!
— Lionel Pigot Johnson
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