Young April

A PRIL leaf-led; hills flower-spread;
And the little day-moon right up overhead!

April bee-strewn; bird and brook tune;
And right up the blue the little day-moon!

April as far as the last hills are,
And every flower in her lap a star!

April a-swoon with the sky's clear boon,
And, for her soul, the little day-moon!
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