My first poem ever, for your entertainment

(I was twelve. I think I called it “First of March.”)

My soul now sighs of something sweet,
The minuet of mirth —
As echoes from each budding beech, and flowering tree and bird.
Come sing with me!
Enwrap oneself within this Eden, earth.

The feath’ry flowers now awake
To greet this glorious day.
The clouds unveil his beaming bride,
Whose beauty flings a ray
On every floret of fair earth —
But only for today!

So glide with me,
On fairie-wing,
Why walk when we can fly?
Treasure the splendor of the earth
And the glory of the sky.

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