The Calends of April

Ah, lad, weave violet crowns, adding to flowers new flowers, for this clear day brings in the calends of Venus.
See how the birds fly across the sky with much whistling one to another; see how the bees repeat their spring task and revisit the meadows.
And hear how the pilgrim swallow chatters and tells us of her swift return, herself preparing a couch for her young beneath the wonted beam!
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