Classic Poem

Magical April!
Star-shod, shimmering April,
With tresses of moonlight,
You come to me quivering with beauty,
Your laughing lips and your bosom
Dripping with azure.
In the streams that are swiftly coursing,
In the woods with the violets springing,
In the blue-bird that sings in the willows,
In the winds that are soft and perfumed,
I hear the voice of you, April,
And the sound of your gentle footfall,
And your wild sweet laughter swelling
Over the rainbow meadows.

Magical, shining April!
Star-shod, whispering April,
Pour me your golden plunder,
And fill my heart with your rapture,
Until quickened beneath your kisses,
I may feel again the secret of my lost girlhood!