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TO APRIL.


THOU art to Spring what sunrise is to Day,
Sweet APRIL ! vivifying Earth and Sea !
The exiled bird returns the humming bee
Forsakes his hive, and wanders far away,

O'er field and brook whole tribes of insects gay,
Come forth, and flit around right merrily.
I grant, indeed, superior charms to May ;
But thy sweet buds are dearer far to me,

Than her superfluous, many-colored flowers ;
More joy I feel, the first-born grassy spire
To see, than greenest fields and fairest bowers :

In full fruition there is lost desire :
Bright are thy smiles, and fruitful are thy showers,
Gentle thy mien, and modest thy attire.



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