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Ninety million miles awayThe sun halloos: "Come out to play,The winds are prancing on tip-toeImpatient with long waiting so,The hills look up. Come out, and oh,Let your bodies dart and runWhile I make shadows," says the sun.
Boys and girls, come out to playBefore the river runs away—I have never done with youHalf the things I want to do. . . .
The Sun:Boys and girls, come out to playBefore the river runs away.While you are fluid, unafraid,Beneath my light and shadow skim,Before this folded gloom is dimAnd limb no longer follows limbDancing under spotted shade.
For dancing were your bodies made!Before the roses of you fadeFind your meaning for the mouthWhile I lean south; while I go west,Find your meaning for the rest.
The Sun-children:Throw back your head and fly with me,Love me, chase me, lie with me,Follow, sweetheart of the sun,Turn and follow where I runBetween blue vineyards and fruit-trees—Fall down and kiss me on the knees!Pant beside me while I pullBerries for you from the fullBlue-jewelled branches. Crush them redNot on your mouth—on mine instead!

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