Dies Dominica! the sunshine burns

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Dies Dominica! the sunshine burnsstrong incense on the breathing fields of morn:lucid, intense, all colour towards it yearnsthat souls of flowers on the air are born.

What claustral joy to-day is on the air--expanding now and one with the celebrant sun--and fills with pointed flame all things aware,all flowers and souls that sing--and I am one!

Dies Dominica! the passion yearns,and the whole world and singer is but one flowerfrom out whose luminous chalice odour burnsintenser toward the blue thro' this keen hour:

--this hour is my eternity! the soulrises, expanding ever, with the sight,thro' flowers and colours, and the visible wholeof beauty mingled in one dream of light.

© Christopher John Brennan