Of the terror of its power,

On sure pinions

And happy in flight

They dipped and soared and

Mounted, upward and upward.

Into the light

And the rainbow

Above them.

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 Whimsey

In spring my hemlock

Dances gayly in flounces

Of jade green lace.

In summer moonlight

When a soft wind stirs

She dances with a delicate sapling.

They sway and bend in the wind,

And bow to the trees encircling.

I hear the laughter of their leaves.

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