.
           A thatched and wicker basket-nest
           Cradles a cluster bright and new
           And delicate and coolly blue,
With speckled royal freckles blessed.

           The cherry blossoms pink the trees.
           A snowy fall of tiny white
           And quickly flipping petals light
Into an errant summer breeze.

           Diffusely, prodigally blows
           A heavy ******-like scent,—
           The lilac's prized accomplishment,—
The greenest envy of the rose.

           And everywhere I idly walk
           I see, in all the lightened notes
           And whited tones and frosted coats,
The springtide paints that mix with chalk.

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