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Sunshine

By Olive Custance

Oh, Sunshine Spirit, I have seenYour gold wings spread aslant the green;Have watched their splendours trail alongThe woodland ways where wild flowers throng,And seen your slim feet slip between;
Looked on your limbs so shimmerous white,Flushed in a lucent mist of light;Seen your child face peer wildly fairThrough parted strands of shining hair,And wist not if I saw aright!
In gardens where tired feet can wadeThrough flowers set thick in slumbrous shade—Across wide languorous lawns sun-swept,Your fleeting fairy form has creptBetween the shadows unafraid. . . .

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