Classic Poem

Gusty March is dead and gone!
April heard his parting sighs,
Smiling through her tearful eyes
At the sweet days coming on.

Nature caught the lustre meek
From her mild eye twinkling blue;
Caught and kept the pearly dew
Trickling from her tender cheek.

Young leaves laughed to see her come;
Drowsy streams began to dance;
Brooks looked up with grateful glance;
Bees gave forth a happy hum.

Flowers flocked to greet their Queen;
Daisies peeped out pure and sweet,
All to kiss her dainty feet
As she tripped across the green.

Swallows twittered 'neath the eaves;
Sweet buds shed their odorous charms;
Trees stretched forth their naked arms
Praying to be clad with leaves.

Thus — all earth renewed the while —
Happy April passes by;
April of the dewy eye!
April of the sunny smile!

Passes on her balmy way —
With large love and tender care,
Weaving garlands for the hair
Of her younger sister May!