What's Mine's Mind - vol.1

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THE SUN'S DAUGHTER.

A bright drop of water
In the gold tire
Of a sun's daughter
Was laughing to her sire;

And
from all the flowers about, That never toiled or spun,
The
soul of each looked out,
Clear laughing to the sun.

I saw them unfolding
Their hearts every one!
Every soul holding
Within it the sun!

But
all the sun-mirrors
Vanished anon;
And
their flowers, mere starers, Grew dry in the sun.
"My
soul is but water,
Shining and gone!
She
is but the daughter,"
I said, "of the sun!"

My soul sat her down
In a deep-shaded gloom;

Her
glory was flown,
Her earth was a tomb,

Till night came and caught her, And then out she shone;

And
I knew her no daughter
Of that shining sun--

Till night came down and taught her Of a glory yet unknown;

And
I knew my soul the daughter Of a sun behind the sun.

Back, back to him that wrought her My soul shall haste and run; Straight back to him, his daughter, To the sun behind the sun.







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