Chapter 23
THE DAY by Radcliffe Hall Red for LibriVox.org by Christine Layman The day walks over the mountains, To the splash of a thousand fountains, To the song of a million streams. Her hair is unbound and flowing, Her eyes are as blue bells growing, In a valley of shade and dreams. Her breast, then the snow, is whiter, Her lips, then the poppies, brighter.
Her limbs are a strong white fire, Thus she comes from the sky above her, To the arms of the earth, her lover, In a splendor of warm desire.
