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. In Spring, Santa Barbara
2. Driftwood
3. In a Cuban Garden
4. I Remembered
5. Understanding

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