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 A SONG OF APRIL

censer of the eglantine was moved

By little lane winds, and the watching faces

Of garden flowerets, which of old she loved,

Peep shyly outward from their silent places.

But when the sun arose the flowers grew bolder,

And she will be in white, I thought, and she

Will have a cuckoo on her either shoulder,

And woodbine twines and fragrant wings of pea.

And I will meet her on the hills of South,

And I will lead her to a northern water, 44