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II.

 Oft on the gleaming April days,
When skies are soft, and winds are warm,
And in the air a subtle charm,
 And on the hill a flight of rays;

 When silver clouds slide through the blue,
Spreading a pure, transparent wing,
And all the budding branches ring
 With blithesome birds, that warbling woo;

 Beneath a pear tree's shade I lay,
Deep bedded in the long thick grass,
And heard the twitt'ring swallow pass,
 And grasshoppers at endless play.

 I knew, though flowers mine eyes did screen,
That butterflies danced in the light;
For, breaking sunbeams in their flight,
 They flashed their shadows on the green.