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10:47 AM
The sunlight speaks. And its voice is a bird:
It glimmers half-guessed half seen half-heard
Above the flower-bed. Over the lawn...
A flashing dip and it is gone.
And all it lends to the eye is this--
A sunbeam giving the air a kiss.
(Harry Kemp)
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