I wandered in delight of such near ‘em clouds,

O’er hooded mesas and fallowing hills.

When at o’ once may I see yellow bobbing bonnet crowds,

Fluttering in floral err e’ fauna quivering thy nils.

They stretched amongst me sight,

Swallowing ‘y sun dutiful and bright.

Near ebullience thou wispy breeze,

O’ thousand may I caught see in place shall thee freeze.

‘Ine bliss of solitude weathering upon thy pensive deed,

Ravenous o’ spring like e’ beast belly thy beauty shall feed.

Jocund companions of ‘y inward eye,

Vacancy shall my fortune tell it’d promiscuous lie.

Thine buds will dance to ‘e gorging melodies o’ spring,

‘E heavenly spirits shall my soul voyage and sing!

My heart will float near grassy noon and thrills,

Catching the breaths of wakey-daffodils…