 | Hagar |  |
APRIL.
I know a little maiden,
Her name I may not tell,
So April I will call her,
Since it suits her passing well.
Her name I may not tell,
So April I will call her,
Since it suits her passing well.
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This fitful little creature
Is only three years old,
Yet she knows more than many
Who twice her age have told.
Is only three years old,
Yet she knows more than many
Who twice her age have told.
Oh, laughing eyes has April,
Of shining chestnut brown!
And “sweet low brow” o'ershadow'd
By many a fleeting frown.
Of shining chestnut brown!
And “sweet low brow” o'ershadow'd
By many a fleeting frown.
Her cheeks are plump and ruddy,
And blithe and gay she trips,
While pleasant words are falling
From her smiling, pouting lips.
And blithe and gay she trips,
While pleasant words are falling
From her smiling, pouting lips.
If all goes well, she's charming,
No sweeter maid can be;
But cross her mood, and quickly
Her show'ry tears we'll see.
No sweeter maid can be;
But cross her mood, and quickly
Her show'ry tears we'll see.
She's crying in the morning,
We hear her still at noon,
And through the dusky twilight
She plays the same old tune.
We hear her still at noon,
And through the dusky twilight
She plays the same old tune.
If it were not for the sunshine
We see between the showers,
I don't know what would happen
To this little maid of ours;
We see between the showers,
I don't know what would happen
To this little maid of ours;
She might pass into a streamlet,
For tears can make a rill:
I wonder how she'd feel then,
A-flowing down the hill?
For tears can make a rill:
I wonder how she'd feel then,
A-flowing down the hill?
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Or she'll turn into a rainbow,
If she does not mend her ways,
And we shall see her only
When the raindrops kiss the rays.
If she does not mend her ways,
And we shall see her only
When the raindrops kiss the rays.
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