April Weather

Oh, hush, my heart, and take thine ease, For here is April weather! The daffodils beneath the trees Are all a-row together. The thrush is back with his old note; The scarlet tulip blowing; And white, aye, white as my love’s throat⁠— The dogwood boughs are growing. The lilac bush is sweet again; Down every wind that passes, Fly flakes from hedgerow and from lane; The bees are in the grasses. And Grief goes out, and Joy comes in, And care is but a feather; And every lad his love can win, For here is April weather.