Classic Poem

The south wind walked abroad and flung
A silver net of sudden rain,
Aflame with flowers the green woods hung ...
A mist of leaves, above the plain ...
O, April rain ... O, April rain.

The dart and flutter of small birds,
Who seemed to jargon of their hopes
In fitful flutings, hushed our words,
Our eyes strayed over sun-flushed slopes ...
O, April hopes ... O, April hopes.

I looked into your languorous eyes,
And laughed to hear your vehement vows;
In love's vain lore my heart was wise ...
We stooped between the tangled boughs ...
O, April vows ... O, April vows.

I have forgotten what you said
To win a kiss that afternoon;
But, O, your lips were warm and red,
And when you went, you went too soon
That showery April afternoon.