"...But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-coloured,
With your brightness,
And the words you whispered to me,
Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain.
Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!" ---Summer Rain, Amy Lowell
That I could see this smile
of pure joy
I thank the world
I thank every green leaf
and every warm beam of sunlight,
I thank God,
I did not believe
I would ever see your smile
like this.
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