Each of her babe's cheek's
Enlivened feature
Redder dawning skies; more bright.
Skies, at summer's height!
Whilst all her babe's crawl's
Excited leisure
O'retakes butterfly's! Who one
Sprung spell to the next
Of the more fanciful made
Bloom, prairied, invade.
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