PurpleButterflyFairy Island
   When April scatters charms of primrose gold
Among the copper leaves in thickets old
And singing skylarks from the meadows rise
To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies
When I can hear the small woodpecker ring
Time on a tree for all the birds that sing
Time on a tree for all the birds that sing
The simple bird that thinks two notes a song
When I can hear the woodland brook, that could
Not drown a babe, with all his threatening mood
Upon these banks the violets make their home
And let a few small strawberry blossoms come
When I go forth on such a pleasant day
One breath outdoors takes all my cares away
It goes like heavy smoke, when flames take hold
Of wood that's green and fill a grate with gold.
W.H. Davies
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