Author Harry Kemp The sunlight speaks, and its voice is a bird: It glimmers half-guessed, half-seen, half-heard, Above the flowerbed, 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. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 1 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments