Etchings in Verse (Underhill)/April and June
APRIL AND JUNE.[1]
I WOOED for a season, From April to June. I sighed 'neath the moon.I dreamed not of treasonThro' all the bright season Of April and June.
She swore she adored me, From April to June. Beneath the bright moonShe never ignored me:She swore she adored me, From April to June.
But now it is colder Than April or June; There's frost on the moon.I'm wiser and older,Since months are grown colder Than April and June.
I've sworn off a wooing In April or June. I'm down on the moon.I'll know what I'm doingNext time I go wooing In April or June.
- ↑ By courtesy of the editors of "Life."