Day-Fire

Just one look, just one day like fire,
But who may embrace me? Who may
Love all, who shall stand when these
Arms, tipsy in me, come to abide

The day of you alone? And who shall
Bring out the refiner’s charms, my
Sweet who may be the day–who,
Embraceable, coming to my just

Stand, my naughty gypsy, my
Day-fire, my tipsy refiner’s
Love? Embrace me
Like fire.

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