An April Mood
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.
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.
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;
And laughed to hear your vehement vows;
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