A Grave of Sunshine

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I wished the sun would fade its light
I wished the grass would pale
And salute a new queen; my childish grace
And leave the blooms asleep.
But praying hands can’t keep secrets
They are to sorcery immune,
So Autumn kept her vivid colors
And birds sang out their tunes,
And I laid my hope in a grave of sunshine,
To wither with a lover’s look.
But be it so, before the bedrock
The stubborn frost withdrew.

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