Rays
What
calls to
me that I resist
these summer days?
Is it the heat
of the sun,
or the fire
in her golden rays?
O,
but why do
I not desist,
it is to the fire in her
that I run.
Tis the reason
why I persist.
It sets my world aflame,
and frees me to her claim.
calls to
me that I resist
these summer days?
Is it the heat
of the sun,
or the fire
in her golden rays?
O,
but why do
I not desist,
it is to the fire in her
that I run.
Tis the reason
why I persist.
It sets my world aflame,
and frees me to her claim.
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