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the Voice spoke:
"Let there be lights in the expanse of Sky, To separate Day from Night, And let them serve to mark days, Seasons, Years. Let there be lights in the expanse of Sky To give light to the earth." The Dancer pulled a piece of light from Day, And He rolled it into a ball, Perfectly formed. Then He set it in the sky to govern Day. And rolled it also into a ball, Perfectly formed, And set it in the sky to govern night.
And rolled it also, Though in a different way. And when He opened His hand, I saw that it was filled with A million tiny balls of light, Glittering like Day itself. And He raised His hand to His burnished lips, And gently blew, As one blows a dandelion, And sent the sparkling spheres Hurtling through space. To the lesser light, And to the starry spheres, And soon came to reclaim it once again. The Fourth Day. |
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