Richard Le Gallienne

April

April, half-clad in flowers and showers,
Walks, like a blossom, o’er the land;
She smiles at May, and laughing takes
The rain and sunshine hand in hand.
 
So gay the dancing of her feet,
So like a garden her soft breath,
So sweet the smile upon her face,
She charms the very heart of death.
 
The young moon in a trance she holds
Captive in clouds of orchard bloom,
She snaps her fingers at the grave,
And laughs into the face of doom.
 
Yet in her gladness lurks a fear,
In all her mirth there breathes a sigh,
So soon her pretty flowers are gone–
And ah! she is too young to die!
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