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[Bare twigs in April enhance our pleasure]

Bare twigs in April enhance our pleasure;
We know the good time is yet to come;
With leaves and flow'rs to fill Summer's measure,
And countless songs ere the birds be dumb.
Bare twigs in Autumn are signs for sadness;
We feel the good time is well-nigh past;
The glow subdued, and the voice of gladness,
And frosty whispers in every blast.
For perfect garlands just now we waited;
Already, garlands are turning sere;
And Time, old traveller, like one belated,
Hurries on to fulfil the year.
Ah, Spring's defects, and October's losses!
Fair hope, sad memory!—but grieve not thou:
In leafless dells, look, what emerald mosses;
Nay, secret buds on the wintry bough.