The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
DayWilliam McLennan (18561904)
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She flings aside her crimson robe behind the golden hills,
And comes in all her nakedness, her very veil withdrawn,
In glory so effulgent that it troubles as it thrills.
The tender morning flowers have hid their faces from the glare,
As dancing through the swooning land Day reels with burning feet,
The red hibiscus flaunting in her iridescent hair.