APRILFor J. R. S., April 1, 1905
I waken from a happy dream,
The room ablaze with morning light,
Across my eyes a dancing gleam
Has put the god of sleep to flight.
The room ablaze with morning light,
Across my eyes a dancing gleam
Has put the god of sleep to flight.
Beside me sounds a tinkling laugh,
With dainty footsteps near my bed,
And in the sunbeam's shining path
An elfin form appears instead.
With dainty footsteps near my bed,
And in the sunbeam's shining path
An elfin form appears instead.
A tall white cap with willow bands
Surmounts his saucy face of brown,
He opens wide his little hands,
And flings a cloud of thistle-down.
Surmounts his saucy face of brown,
He opens wide his little hands,
And flings a cloud of thistle-down.
His tiny form is clothed in green,
With crocus belt about his waist,
And mossy sandals now are seen
To trip around my room in haste.
With crocus belt about his waist,
And mossy sandals now are seen
To trip around my room in haste.
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