Sunshine
In gardens where tired feet can wade
Through flowers set thick in slumbrous shade—
Across wide languorous lawns sun-swept,
Your fleeting fairy form has crept
Between the shadows unafraid. . . .
.
Because your subtle smile had caught
My 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?
Through flowers set thick in slumbrous shade—
Across wide languorous lawns sun-swept,
Your fleeting fairy form has crept
Between the shadows unafraid. . . .
.
Because your subtle smile had caught
My 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 yet
Too full of all the world's vain fret—
The mournful music of this Star—
That you who have been born afar
Hear only faintly—and forget. . . .
Too full of all the world's vain fret—
The mournful music of this Star—
That you who have been born afar
Hear only faintly—and forget. . . .
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