April Idyls - Part 1
When I left you,
And April sprang in the meadows
Misty and golden,
Your face that leaned to mine,
Awaiting my kisses
With anguish piteous, pallid,
Looked like the white-browed Hermes,
Compassionate, wondering, tearless . . . .
And April sprang in the meadows
Misty and golden,
Your face that leaned to mine,
Awaiting my kisses
With anguish piteous, pallid,
Looked like the white-browed Hermes,
Compassionate, wondering, tearless . . . .
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