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The Sun:Nimble you move, you are my ownMy pliant essence. All alone,On fire in the passive skyI burn—a stone, a golden stone.Together you in double shadeDiscover why your limbs were made.
The Sun-child:I have never done with youHalf the things I want to do.Link your arms and loosen them,Pluck and suck a grass's stem.Touch my breasts with that blue aster,Kiss me fast—I'll kiss you faster!Link your arms and loosen them.
Now link your arms like mine together,Toward me lightly, like a feather,Dance, Like feathers you'll be blownAcross the level field alone,And like a brown wing my bare feetWill skim the meadow till we meet.
The river skips, but we are quicker:Its little body's slender glistenGoes down alley-ways of leaves.Flicker, sun, and river, flicker;Listen, lover, listen, listenHow the river laughs and grieves. . . .
I have never done with youHalf the things I want to do.Leap for me, sweetheart, reach and tryTo catch me, sweetheart; kiss and cryAfter me, sweetheart, darting by.

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