Mathilde Blind

Delight

FLEETER than a tone scarce born
That melts away,
Sweeter than a dream of morn
That shuns the day,
Swifter than a rainbow fading out of sight:
Sucked away as dewdrops by the burning light;
Or like birds or blossoms, takest thou thy flight—
Sunbeam of delight.
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