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Sunshine
Because your subtle smile had caughtMy soul in tangled trance of thought—Your sweet hushed speech I strove to hear,You seemed to sway so strangely near . . .Sun-Vision, was it I you sought?
A mortal maid, whose heart is yetToo full of all the world's vain fret—The mournful music of this Star—That you who have been born afarHear only faintly—and forget. . . .
Stay, Spirit 'neath these sighing trees,Whose lace-like shadow broideriesDapple your dainty loveliness. . . .Are you a dream? I cannot guess . . .God's earth is full of mysteries. . . .
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