Rewrite "Lines written in early spring" as a modernist poem

A thousand combined notes

while in a wonderland of orchards i stand still,

in that sweet state of mind when happy thoughts

carry sad ones with them, to my head.

To the beautiful work Nature has completed

the gost like shiver that ran through me;

it left me in a state of greif to think

What we have made of ourselves as humans.

Through primrose and sweet garden shade,

The periwinkle trailed its petals;

And 'tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,

Their thoughts I could never predict:-

But every move they made

seemed to be filled with pleasure.

The budding twigs began to grow larger,

To catch themselves is the warm air;

And I think, i must do all I can,

to preserve the pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven was sent,

If Nature has such a holy plan,

do i have no reason to greive

What we have made of ourselves as humans?

((sorry i took so long hope this is what you were looking for!))