In verdant fields where spring’s first blossoms blow,
A maiden fair doth dance beneath the sun.
Her laughter sweet as honeyed notes of joy
That break the silence with their golden run.
Amidst the meadows, where the larks take wing,
She twirls like flowers on a gentle breeze.
With every turn, her gossamer dress flings
A shadow play that dances in the trees.
Around her, nature seems to breathe anew,
Her presence lends the earth a tender grace.
In every step, she leaves a wistful view,
As if the very air itself held space.
Yet, as the day’s last blush fades into night,
She disappears like one of Spenser’s fairies bright.
Text model: qwen2.5
Image model: ArtsyLite
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