Classic Poem

From silvery clouds the silvery showers
Fell o'er the earth;
Stole softly forth the faint, sweet flowers
Of April birth.

An April babe my namesake came
One April day;
Just claimed on earth her place, her name,
And fled away.

A few soft sighings of the breath
And it was spent;
Too frail for life, too sweet for death,
She came and went.

So brief a stay, so swift a flight,
Could scarce be felt;
Thus snowflakes falling light as light
Touch earth and melt.

If verily she hath been here
We hardly know;
The frailest blossoms of the year
Her days outgrow.

Sweet month of soft unsorrowing sighs
And fragrant breath;
Of tender, showery, brooding skies;
Of life, not death;

Her faint sweet memory entomb
In violets,
The pathos of whose faint perfume
Breathes no regrets!

How strange to enter Paradise,
As she to-day,
With not one tear in those sweet eyes