Dancing shadows of leaves grace the windows,
The light blinking and waving.
Outside the maiden can hear the cows' bellows,
Can see the path, away paving.
She touches the doorknob, her hand trembling
Heart quick and sputtering.
Her feet take off to running,
Her mind muddy muttering
Down the path and past the cows.
She dances out to the shadows.
Her joyous moves arouse.
Methinks she is quite mad, though
Happy mad and madly happy.
This is what makes spring so sappy.
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