APRIL

APRIL

FROM “IN MEMORIAM”

Now rings the woodland loud and long,The distance takes a lovelier hue,And, drowned in yonder living blue,The lark becomes a sightless song.Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,The flocks are whiter down the vale,And milkier every milky sailOn winding stream or distant sea;Where now the seamew pipes, or divesIn yonder greening gleam, and flyThe happy birds, that change their skyTo build and brood; that live their livesFrom land to land; and in my breastSpring wakens, too; and my regretBecomes an April violet,And buds and blossoms like the rest.

Now rings the woodland loud and long,The distance takes a lovelier hue,And, drowned in yonder living blue,The lark becomes a sightless song.Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,The flocks are whiter down the vale,And milkier every milky sailOn winding stream or distant sea;Where now the seamew pipes, or divesIn yonder greening gleam, and flyThe happy birds, that change their skyTo build and brood; that live their livesFrom land to land; and in my breastSpring wakens, too; and my regretBecomes an April violet,And buds and blossoms like the rest.

Now rings the woodland loud and long,The distance takes a lovelier hue,And, drowned in yonder living blue,The lark becomes a sightless song.

Now rings the woodland loud and long,

The distance takes a lovelier hue,

And, drowned in yonder living blue,

The lark becomes a sightless song.

Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,The flocks are whiter down the vale,And milkier every milky sailOn winding stream or distant sea;

Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,

The flocks are whiter down the vale,

And milkier every milky sail

On winding stream or distant sea;

Where now the seamew pipes, or divesIn yonder greening gleam, and flyThe happy birds, that change their skyTo build and brood; that live their lives

Where now the seamew pipes, or dives

In yonder greening gleam, and fly

The happy birds, that change their sky

To build and brood; that live their lives

From land to land; and in my breastSpring wakens, too; and my regretBecomes an April violet,And buds and blossoms like the rest.

From land to land; and in my breast

Spring wakens, too; and my regret

Becomes an April violet,

And buds and blossoms like the rest.


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