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Sestina

I 
dreaming 
watch the sun 
wash over fields 
fall over flowers
drowning them with honey-light. 

Such a light 
as I 
imagine flowers 
dreaming – 
praying from fields – 
beg from the sun

which sun
lavishly dusts with a touch light 
and loving over reverent fields
while I 
lost in the pleasures of dreaming
wander among flowers

as lost among flowers
as they are to the sun 
who, also dreaming
dreams of things so light
that I 
will never find them in the dust of these fields

fields 
where flowers 
grow as I grow, die as I 
die, wishing from light 
begging from the sun
- fill us with your dreaming - 

your generous dreaming
without which these fields
would lie barren, no sun 
to caress the flowers
with a light
that even I 

can see is extraordinary 
a sunlight to feed flowers, to culture fields
to kindle dreaming in even one such as I. 

A Friend

Algernon Charles Swinburne