Spring Song

( IN THE EXPECTED MANNER )

Enter April, laughingly,
Blossoms in her tumbled hair,
High of heart, and fancy-free —
When was maiden half so fair?
Bright her eyes with easy tears,
Wanton-sweet, her smiles for men.
" Winter's gone, " she cries, " and here's
Spring again. "

When we loved, 'twas April, too;
Madcap April — urged us on.
Just as she did, so did you —
Sighed, and smiled, and then were gone.
How she plied her pretty arts,
How she laughed and sparkled then!
April, make love in our hearts
Spring again!
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