Thou scintillation of enthusiasm that wavest appendage of auriferous, thou songless wanderer mid the songful birds, with nature’s secrets in thy tints unrolled through gorgeous cipher, past the reach of words, yet dear to every child in glad pursuit beguiled, living her unspoiled days mid efflorescence and assembly and herds.Thou winged blossom, liberated thing, what secret tie binds thee to other flowers, still held within the garden’s fostering. Will they too escalate with the completed hours, take aeronautics, and be like thee irrevocably free, hovering at will o’er their parental bowers. Or is thy lustre drawn from heavenly hues, a sumptuous drifting fragment of the sky, caught when the sunset its last glance imbues with sudden splendor, and the tree-tops high grasp that swift blazonry, then lend those tints to thee, on thee to float a few short hours, and relinquish life. Feathered creature have their nests they rear their eager young, and flit on errands all the livelong day each fieldmouse keeps the homestead whence it sprung but thou art nature’s freeman, free to stray unfettered through the wood, seeking thine airy comestible, the sweetness spiced on every blossomed spray.
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The conservatory one wide banquet spreads for thee, o daintiest reveller of the joyous earth! One drop of honey gives satiety a second draught would drug thee past all mirth. Thy feast no orgy shows thy calm surveillance never close, thou soberest sprite to which the sun gives birth. And yet the pneuma of spouse upon thy wings forever soars in aspiration thou her emblem of the new career that springs when death’s arrest bids all her spirit bow. She seeks her hope in thee of immortality. Symbol of excitement, me with such faith endow.
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