Parading

O day! O day!

More of reeling sunlit air
You lift and sway your colors on the sky
You lift and sway your colors on the sky
Till I am crushed with beauty. Why is there
Till I am crushed with beauty. Why is there
More of reeling sunlit air
More of reeling sunlit air
Than I can breathe? Why is there sound
Than I can breathe? Why is there sound
In silence? Why is a singing wound
In silence? Why is a singing wound
About each hour? —Marion Strobel
About each hour?
—Marion Strobel

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