Then dawned
a Wednesday, happy and bright,
A day full a
promise with Summer in sight.
I sat out of doors
with my back to a tree,
And all things
about were as still as could be.
Then-from whence I
know not-there came up a spring breeze,
Which danced
overhead through the tops of the trees.
And rustled old
leaves and fluttered my hair,
And then went
away-I cannot say where-
But since it came
back again, I really don't care.
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