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April Showers
Came April, and beneath her feet the cloud
Broke into song upon our silent hills;
The primrose woke, and thirsty daffodils
Tossed up their golden cups, a merry crowd:
Then visibly beneath his cold grey shroud
Helvellyn moved to hear the cuckoo-thrills
Make echo down the valley; danced the rills,
The Greta sounded glad, Lodore was loud.
Broke into song upon our silent hills;
The primrose woke, and thirsty daffodils
Tossed up their golden cups, a merry crowd:
Then visibly beneath his cold grey shroud
Helvellyn moved to hear the cuckoo-thrills
Make echo down the valley; danced the rills,
The Greta sounded glad, Lodore was loud.
The white lambs gambolled thro' the sunlit grass,
With jewels of the sloe the hedge was pearled,
And golden shone the coltsfoot in the lane;
No foot, no heart, but did the lightlier pass,
For April tears had wrought another world
Wherein was life and laughter after pain.
With jewels of the sloe the hedge was pearled,
And golden shone the coltsfoot in the lane;
No foot, no heart, but did the lightlier pass,
For April tears had wrought another world
Wherein was life and laughter after pain.
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