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She comes to us a maiden
With halfaverted face.
Her hands with buds are laden,
Her form is full of grace;
So tender, shy, capricious,
So dewy, sweet, and fair,
Our April is delicious
Whatever guise she wear.
She loves to hide her blushes
Behind a veil of shower,
But soon her weeping hushes,
Grown happy in an hour;
She pours a tide of splendour,
O’er all the waiting earth,
Our April sad and tender,
Or gay and full of mirth.
We cannot choose but love her,
A maid, and still a child;
The stars are bright above her,
The very winds are mild.
She sets our feet to dancing,
She stirs our hearts to praise,
Our darling April, glancing
Along the golden days.
