Part 6 — APRIL.
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Now fitful clouds scud o’er the skies,
And fairy showers patter by,
And in the wood the low wind sighs,
And shadows o’er the brown fields fly!
Low fades the sun, then blazes out,
Glinting on grass, and twig, and tree—
Ah! April, boyish out and out,
Now tears, and now all jollity!