In the clear gold of sunlight, stretching their backs,
Closing eyes jealous of their inner glooms,
Slumbering in the tepid warmth of their illumined fur.
For since then their dazzling and inestimable whiteness
Ennobles them to a rank of calm contempt,
Indifferent to everything but Light itself!
Poem by Paul Varley
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