Opals (Custance)/An April Mood
An April Mood
The south wind walked abroad and flungA silver net of sudden rain,Aflame with flowers the green woods hung . . .A mist of leaves, above the plain . . .O, April rain . . . O, April rain.
The dart and flutter of small birds,Who seemed to jargon of their hopesIn fitful flutings, hushed our words,Our eyes strayed over sun-flushed slopes . . .O, April hopes . . . O, April hopes.
I looked into your languorous eyes,And laughed to hear your vehement vows; In love's vain lore my heart was wise . . .We stooped between the tangled boughs . . .O, April vows . . . O, April vows.
I have forgotten what you saidTo win a kiss that afternoon;But, O, your lips were warm and red,And when you went, you went too soonThat showery April afternoon.