Among, or, in dispersion thru,
The great misty and smoky view,
Of a Springtime gaggles' morning peal
Sets the pageant as all seems surreal.

By candlelight, and hearthside fire,
With shadows dark out in the mire
Which knocks me out if truth be said
When looking out by window ledge.

I hear the windy banks call my name
As I begin to drift, and start to dream
Of all the passing most precious things
That I see, which do so have effect on me.