Three days, three nights, three fearful days

Of death, of flame, of dynamite,

Of God's house thrown a thousand ways;

Blown east by day, blown west by night--

By night? There was no night. Nay, Nay.

The ghoulish flame lit nights that lay

Crouched down between this first, last day!

I say those nights were burned away!

Joaquin Miller,
Sunset Magazine, June-July 1906


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