APRIL AGAIN!

April again! the willow wands are yellow Rose-red the brambles that the passing wind knows, Comes a robin's note like the note of a 'cello, And across the valley, the calling of the crows,— "April again!"

April again! and the marsh birds swinging Over the rushes that belong to yester-year; Silver shines the river, and young lips are singing Songs as old as Eden—as old and as dear; "April again!"

April again! with a wet wind blowing, And along the western sky a pathway of gold; Sounds a call to follow the road we're not knowing, A new road—a wild road—o'er fairy lands unrolled,— "April again!"

April again! with its wonder of gladness, April with its haunting joy, and swift-stinging tears,— Month of mist and music, and the old moon-madness, Month of magic fluting, the spirit only hears,— "April again!"