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TANGLED SUNRAYS by WILLIAM SHARP

First Line: ASLANT FROM YONDER SUNLIT HILL
Last Line: MID THE DAMP GRASS THEIR RACE IS RUN.
Subject(s): GRASS; WIND;
Aslant from yonder sunlit hill
The lance-like sunrays stream across
The meadows where the king-cups toss
I' the wind, and where the beech-leaves thrill
With flooding light they twist and turn
And seem to interlace and burn,

Until at last in tangle spun
'Mid the damp grass their race is run.



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