Hold the sunshine for a moment as they fly,
Toss a vagrant shaft of sunbeams in the air
As they float across a shining turquoise sky.
For a moment there’s the glitter of their wings ...
Just a moment ... then the sunbeam melts away
And the happy brightness of the turquoise sky
Has faded, like their silver wings, to grey.
TO—
Glorious love, if the passion were thine,
To thee I would open my heart and myself;