The loves of the winds, Spring's
Here and there whoosh.
Pleasantest heard, whispery
Tree to scent-tree.
Fairy-fair and figured;
Translucent gowned.
Bless'ed outlined, whose hands do
To touch pass through!
'The air, enchant the air
More heady till
Draw in, boy, girl, doubt-hearted
What's sedated'.
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