Mary Cathleen Brown
Day - Poem by Mary Cathleen Brown
Day is a pixie, Day is an elf.
Day is a sunbeam
It breaks from the starlight
And bathes in the dew.
It dances o'er hilltops
A tryst to renew.
It skips through the valleys
And laughs with the breeze
As it wakes up the fairies
Who live in the trees
Day is a pixie, Day is a sprite
It wears itself out
And turns into night.
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