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.
Return to the Sara Teasdale library , or . . . Read the next poem; Oh You Are Coming