from The Procession of the Seasons
April
She trips across the meadows,
The weird capricious elf!
The buds unfold their perfumed cups
For love of her sweet self;
And silver-throated birds begin to tune their lyres,
While wind-harps lend their strains to Nature's magic choirs.
~~
H. Cordelia Ray (1852-1916)
from Poems, 1910
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
She trips across the meadows,
The weird capricious elf!
The buds unfold their perfumed cups
For love of her sweet self;
And silver-throated birds begin to tune their lyres,
While wind-harps lend their strains to Nature's magic choirs.
~~
H. Cordelia Ray (1852-1916)
from Poems, 1910
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
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