I can't tell you—but you feel it—
I can't tell you — but you feel it —
Nor can you tell me —
Saints, with ravished slate and pencil
Solve our April Day!
Sweeter than a vanished frolic
From a vanished green!
Swifter than the hoofs of Horsemen
Round a Ledge of dream!
Modest, let us walk among it
With our faces veiled —
As they say polite Archangels
Do in meeting God!
Not for me — to prate about it!
Not for you — to say
To some fashionable Lady
"Charming April Day"!
Rather — Heaven's "Peter Parley"!
By which Children slow
To sublimer Recitation
Are prepared to go!
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