The Conservative (Lovecraft)/April 1916/April

by Winifred Virginia Jackson

April.

Winter's sway
Pass'd away
'Neath a blue sky's leaven;
In its place
Out of space
Dropp'd a golden heaven!

Soft and low,
Sweet and slow,
Singing In the hollow;
Sun and rain
Back again,
Blithesome blooms a-follow!

Robins preen
'Mid the green
Draping Nature's altar;
In the mead
Happy reed
Lilts from dream-bound psalter.

Hopes and fears,
Smiles and tears,
In each gleam or shower;
Laugh and weep,
Sow and reap,
April's in her bower!

Winifred Virginia Jordan.