Etchings in Verse (Underhill)/April and June

by Andrew Findlay Underhill

APRIL AND JUNE.^[1]

I WOOED for a season,
  From April to June.
  I sighed 'neath the moon.
I dreamed not of treason
Thro' all the bright season
  Of April and June.

She swore she adored me,
  From April to June.
  Beneath the bright moon
She 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 doing
Next time I go wooing
  In April or June.

1. By courtesy of the editors of "Life."