That bright isle

That bright isle
up there among the grey
bustling waves of rain to be
 
its smiling beams
hit the green
with a warm kiss of things to be
 
it passes by
and there in its wake
are showers of flowers yet to be
 
that bright isle
up there among the grey
gives me a hope of kissing thee.

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