April Music

The lyric sound of laughter Fills all the April hills, The joy-song of the crocus, The mirth of daffodils. They ring their golden changes Through all the azure vales; The sunny cowslips answer, Athwart the reedy swales. Far down the woodland aisleways The trillium’s voice is heard; The little wavering wind-flowers Join in with jocund word. The white cry of the dogwood Mounts up against the sky; The breath of violet music Upon the breeze goes by. Give me to hear, O April, These choristers of thine Calling across the distance Serene and hyaline; To clear my clouded vision Bedimmed and dulled so long, And heal my aching spirit With fragrance that is song!