Zephyres that caper in
Little girl's ringlets
Are butterfly-toned.
Hummers not stingers, for
What they've intoned!
Fairyland of Spring's air-troupe;
And that tranquilness
In passing beguiles.
Enthuses from out all
Bloomed aspects smiles.
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