The brush of golden sunlight on freckled
Pinks, on velvet blooms so rose that colours
Sense beyond itself, to fragrance shudders
And in a mist our body swoons, speckled.
By day, by night, we draw the perfumed air
And from each petalled thing our souls are tinged
With all the glory summer brings unswinged,
To dab on every growing thing that's fair.
For in the lightsome stroke our feelings send
And to our bodies sent, each shade of green,
Each life that creeps or wings, enriched is seen
When we the golden light, redeeming lend.
Transformed in kind, we give for nature's sake,
If nature is to grant, what we do take.
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