Oh day of fire and sun,
Pure as a naked flame,
Blue sea, blue sky and dun
Sands where he spoke my name;
 Laughter and hearts so high
That the spirit flew off free,
Lifting into the sky
Diving into the sea;
 Oh day of fire and sun
Like a crystal burning,
Slow days go one by one,
But you have no returning.

 -Sara Teasdale

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