Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 83
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The sun is not the sun, but very Light!
Is this the sand that drives across the sand,
Caught by the wind? Nay, but a royal flight
Of blessed spirits, sweeping through the land,
Urged by the Spirit! And the living sky
Is Heaven indeed, my Heaven while you are by.
Is this the sand that drives across the sand,
Caught by the wind? Nay, but a royal flight
Of blessed spirits, sweeping through the land,
Urged by the Spirit! And the living sky
Is Heaven indeed, my Heaven while you are by.