April Madness
There is a time when the young Year
Goes mad with very ecstasy;
When all the rapture of the world
Is crushed in one wild melody.
It is the hour when April comes
With silver flute and virelay,
With magic pipe and madrigal,
And sings her happy heart away.
The bloom and wonder of the Spring
Are vocal on her golden tongue;
The soul of Music comes to earth,
And life, and love, and joy are young.
Join, O my heart, in this wild song;
The jocund April sets you free.
Drink the old wine of her new days —
Go mad with very ecstasy!
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Charles Hanson Towne (1877-1949)
from Beyond the Stars, and other poems, 1913
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
Charles Hanson Towne biography
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