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Sylvia Plath - Song For A Summer`s Day
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Through fen and farmland walking
With my own country love
I saw slow flocked cows move
White hulks on their day`s cruising;
Sweet grass sprang for their grazing.

The air was bright for looking:
Most far in blue, aloft,
Clouds steered a burnished drift;
Larks` nip and tuck arising
Came in for my love`s praising.

Sheen of the noonsun striking
Took my heart as if
It were a green-tipped leaf
Kindled by my love`s pleasing
Into an ardent blazing.

And so, together, talking,
Through Sunday`s honey-air
We walked (and still walk there—-
Out of the sun`s bruising)
Till the night mists came rising.
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