Design for enchantment

Make me a poem wherein petals,
In falling, musically strike
 The ground, and lovely laughter settles
 A little while around us, like
 A host of butterflies.

 Compose me lines in which the wind with all
 A magic forest in it blows,
 And stars are low, a poplar tall
Enough to touch them with its peak.

 And after you have done with it
 And told it to me, let us sit
Here in the firelight, and not speak.

 ELAINE V. EMANS.