THIS IS THE DAY!

 

 AS NIGHT turns to dimness and draws back its curtain,
Stars, those bright sequins, now all disappear,
As dimness grows radiant, dawn makes it certain
That butterfly weather, quite perfect, is here;

Thundery cumulus masses are drifting

Very far of; overhead, very high,

Cirrus clouds spread their pink feathers, then lifting,

Dissolve and are lost In the turquoise-blue sky;

Up comes the Sun, and the very long shadows
Grow shorter; his Light is like amber; the glow,
Where grey mists have melted away from the meadows,
Starts dewdrops all sparkling like jewels below;

Creatures that fly, or that creep, hop, or run,
Now wake all at once at a loud trumpet-call
To tell them this greatest of days has begun —
The day of the Feast and the Butterfly Ball!

At the; sound of the trumpet the dozens invited
Now jump out of bed, squealing, "This is the day!
Oh, goody! The Ball! Aren't you madly excited?

Get up and get ready! Let's be on our way!"

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