Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

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  Oh day of fire and sun,
   Pure as a naked flame,
  Blue sea, blue sky and dun
   Sands where he spoke my name;

  Laughter and hearts so high
   That the spirit flew off free,
  Lifting into the sky
   Diving into the sea;

  Oh day of fire and sun
   Like a crystal burning,
  Slow days go one by one,
   But you have no returning.

1. On the Dunes
2. Spray
3. If Death Is Kind
4. Thoughts
5. Winter Dusk

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