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SUNSHINE by JANE BARLOW

First Line: WITH NEVER A CLOUD FROM NORTH TO SOUTH
Last Line: COME, NIGHT, BUT BRING NOR MOON NOR STARS.
Subject(s): SUN;
WITH never a cloud from north to south,
The faint blue sky is bright and clear
As a mirror held to a dead man's mouth,
Whilst one breathes quick for hope and fear.

All day the harvest-fields lie blest
With goldening glow no mist-fleck mars:
All day a heart cries toward the west:
@3Come, night, but bring nor moon nor stars.@1



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