The day-dim torches of chestnut trees stand dreamily, dreamily;
In myriad jewels of glad young green, smooth black are the broad beech
boles;
The fragrant foam of the cherry trees hangs creamily, creamily,
And the purpling lilacs and the blackthorn brakes are singing with all
their souls!
The pinky petals of lady's-smocks peer maidenly, maidenly;
Meadow-sweet, donning her fragrant lace, is daintiest friend of the
breeze;
Hyacinths wild, blue-misting the woods, hang ladenly, ladenly,
And tiniest bird's-eye burns deep blue in thickets of tall grass trees!
Daylong I lie, daylong I dream, swung swooningly, swooningly,
In an old-time tulip of flaming gold, red-flaunted and streaked with
green,
While song of the birds, of water and bees comes crooningly, crooningly,
And Summer brings me her swift mad months with scent and colour and
sheen.
Winter is gone, I ween,
As it had never been!
_Dance! dance! Delicately dance!_
_Revel with the delicatest stamp and go!_
_Dance! dance! Circle and advance,_
_Curtsey, twirl about,_
_Shatter the dew and whirl about,_
_Stamp upon the moonbeams--heel and toe!_
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