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OUT OF SEASON

April's here, and frankly warming
Lambs along their little spines.
Primrose families are swarming
Where, above anemones,
Many aldermanic bees
Drone in search of honey-mines.
April's fair for maids that seek
Southern violets near a thicket.
Blest are they! But what of lads
That hunger for a pair of pads
And other implements of Cricket?
Cuckoo's here, and loudly stating
Lesser folk should build at speed,
Since his wife is ruminating
Where to lodge, in briar or quick,
First the egg, and then the chick
Servantbirds will have to feed.
April's fair for celandines
Squandering gold in Surrey ditches.
Blest are they! But how can that
Be first-class pleasure to the Bat
Deprived so very long of pitches?

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Game of Glory! come to kindle
Lad in hut and lad in hall
Now that apprehensions dwindle,
Now that doting lovers quit
Carpet crease and Centuries hit
Dreamwise from a ghostly ball.
April's fair with loveliness
Lent to man by almond branches.
Blest is man! But what of those
Big Yorkers that, from friendly foes,
Come down in May like avalanches?