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/ Stretched on the ground beneath the Hawthorn, / The perfume of its blossoms mingled with falling petals, floats / down to me.
Winged things alight there on the blanket of fragrance above, -- a / bunting, blue as the sky, a warbler, all gold, an Admiral, wings / banded with crimson, / Make a poem of color of the Hawthorn tree.