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44 Literary Gazette, 5th April 1823, Page 219

APRIL. Of all the months that fill the year Give April's month to me, For earth and sky are then so filled With sweet variety!

The apple-blossoms' shower of pearl, The pear-tree's rosier hue, As beautiful as Woman's blush, As evanescent too.

The purple light, that like a sigh Comes from the violet bed, As there the perfumes of the East Had all their odours shed.

The wild-briar rose, a fragrant cup To hold the morning's tear; The birds-eye, like a sapphire star, The primrose, pale like fear.

The balls that hang like drifted snow Upon the guelderose, The woodbine's fairy trumpets, where The elf his war-note blows.

On every bough there is a bud, In every bud a flower; But scarcely bud or flower will last Beyond the present hour.

Now comes a shower-cloud o'er the sky, Then all again sunshine; Then clouds again, but brightened with The rainbow's coloured line.

Aye, this, this is the month for me! I could not love a scene Where the blue sky was always blue, The green earth always green.

It is like love; oh love should be    An ever-changing thing,— The love that I could worship must Be ever on the wing.

The chain my mistress flings round me    Must be both brief and bright; Or formed of opals, which will change With every changing light.

To-morrow she must turn to sighs The smiles she wore to-day; This moment's look of tenderness The next one must be gay.

Sweet April! thou the emblem art Of what my love must be; One varying like the varying bloom Is just the love for me. L. E. L.