Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 83

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LXXXIII BAMBOROUGH
The sun is not the sun, but very Light! Is this the sand that drives across the sand,Caught by the wind? Nay, but a royal flight Of blessed spirits, sweeping through the land,Urged by the Spirit! And the living skyIs Heaven indeed, my Heaven while you are by.
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