In the wind and the rain I think of you

And in the sunlight, smiling.

By the sea with her joyous whispers,

On the plain with her swells of gold,

With never a touch of sorrow

But a trace of saddened joy.

When the grapes grow round in the summer

And fall in the languorous heat,

When the leaves are gold and fragile

When the wind is brushing the wheat.

And in the hour of dawning

You rise in me with the sun

And fill me with your presence

Till, when each day is done

You slip away in shadows

To join the glowing night,

And leave me in quiet darkness

With the memory of your light.


By Rachel McMillen

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