Author Harry Kemp The sunlight speaks. And it's voice is a bird: It glitters half-guessed half seen half-heard Above the flower bed. Over the lawn ... A flashing dip and it is gone. And all it lends to the eye is this - A sunbeam giving the air a kiss. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments