Part 2 — "LOVE ONCE WAS LIKE AN APRIL DAWN"
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Love once was like an April dawn: Song throbbed within the heart by rote, And every tint of rose or fawn Was greeted by a joyous note. How eager was my thought to see Into that morning mystery!
Love now is like an August noon, No spot is empty of its shine; The sun makes silence seem a boon, And not a voice so dumb as mine. Yet with what words I'd welcome thee— Couldst thou return, dear mystery!
Robert Underwood Johnson [1853-