In the words of Ednah Proctor Clarke:
Dancer of air,
Flashing thy flight across the noontide hour,
To pierce and pass ere it is full aware
Each wondering flower!
The grave thrush sings His love-call, and the nightingale’s romance
Throbs through the twilight; thou hast but thy wings,
Thy sun-thrilled dance
Yet doth love’s glow ?
Burn in the ruby of thy restless . . . → Continue Reading: The Hummingbird, Dancer of Air



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