A Scene of Nature
Love is in the air,
Atop each fruit-cup bough.
Where gusty currents round us danced
And told a lover’s vow.
Flickerings right above us,
That twinkle of a dream.
While we were there a-resting,
Idly by the stream.
The gentle breathing of the field,
Its golden grass caressed.
And we were there a-sleeping
Upon its joyous chest!
The beaming moon above us bent,
And sunk below the hills.
And we were there a-splashing,
Atop the glinting rills.
The chirping of the birds at play,
With whiter rays upon each feather.
And we were there a-staring
At this Nature scene together.
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