April, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!
April, that mine ears
Like a lover greetest,
If I tell thee, sweetest,
All my hopes and fears,
April, April,
Laugh thy golden laughter,
But, the moment after,
Weep thy golden tears!
More verses by William Watson
- To Health (From The Greek)
- When Birds Were Songless
- Lines (With A Volume Of The Author's Poems Sent To M.R.C.)
- Thomas Hood
- To Lord Tennyson