Let the sunlight linger on the hills
And give me just one moment more of day;
Do not allow the sun to go away.
The light upon the dappled trees quite fills
My heart, and makes me long for something more:
More hours in the day, less night to pass
Until the next bright morning wakes the grass
And makes it lovely as it was before.
Oh, do not make me wait another night
To see the sparkle of the crashing waves
Where green Lake Michigan obliquely laves
The angled coast of Illinois. That sight
Is far too precious to permit the clouds
To smother with the moon in angry crowds.
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