APRIL DANCE-SONG

April with her fleet, sweet, Silver rain, and sun-rays, Cometh, and her feet beat Lightly, on the lawn. Softly, for her sake, break Flowering the wet boughs; By the brimming lake, wake Lilies every dawn. Broken on the stream, gleam Rays, to drown where weeds wave; Shining with her dream, seem April's eyes bedewed. Shakes a silver chain, rain Chiming with her music; Life, that long hath lain slain Riseth up renewed. Softly as a dove, Love Croons beneath the twilight; While the winds above move Softly through the night. Out of all the skies, dies Light, and only stars shine: Stars to me her wise eyes, And her face a light.