The yellow book, an illustrated quarterly Volume 9 . Sunshine By Olive Custance OH, Sunshine Spirit, I have seenYour gold wings spread aslant the green ;Have watched their splendours trail alongThe woodland ways where wild flowers throng,And seen your slim feet slip between ; Looked on your limbs so shimmerous white,Flushed in a lucent mist of light;Seen your child face peer wildly fairThrough parted strands of shining hair,And wist not if I saw aright ! Inlgardens where tired feet can wadeThrough flowers set thick in slumbrous shade-Across wide languorous lawns sun-swept,Your fleeting fairy f
The yellow book, an illustrated quarterly Volume 9 . Sunshine By Olive Custance OH, Sunshine Spirit, I have seenYour gold wings spread aslant the green ;Have watched their splendours trail alongThe woodland ways where wild flowers throng,And seen your slim feet slip between ; Looked on your limbs so shimmerous white,Flushed in a lucent mist of light;Seen your child face peer wildly fairThrough parted strands of shining hair,And wist not if I saw aright ! Inlgardens where tired feet can wadeThrough flowers set thick in slumbrous shade-Across wide languorous lawns sun-swept,Your fleeting fairy form has creptBetween the shadows unafraid. . Because 88 Sunshine Because your subtle smile had caughtMy 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 yetToo full of all the worlds vain fret—The mournful music of this Star—That you who have been born afarHear only faintly—and forget. . Stay, Spirit n
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