Still Saturday: a Sunbeam’s Kiss

THE HUMMINGBIRD

The sunlight speaks. And its voice is a bird.

It glitters half-guessed, half seen, half heard

Above the flower bed. Over the lawn…

A flashing dip and it is gone.

And all it lends to the eye is this –

A sunbeam giving the air a kiss.

Harry Kemp

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