DAY! Faster and more fast,... «Pippa Passes»
innashpitzberg27 мая 2013DAY!
Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last ; Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and supprest it lay For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away ; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be supprest, Rose, reddened, and its seething breast Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.
Oh, Day, if I squander a wavelet of thee, A mite of my twelve-hours' treasure, The least of thy gazes or glances, (Be they grants thou art bound to, or gifts above measure)
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