Poem Hunter
(1858-1935 / England)


April, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!
April, that mine ears
Like a lover greetest,
If I tell thee, sweetest,
All my hopes and fears,
April, April,
Laugh thy golden laughter,
But, the moment after,
Weep thy golden tears!

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Beautifully envisioned short and sweet poem about the advent of spring and april. Thanks for sharing.
Another poet once said April is the Cruelest Month, but I don't see it when reading this. Its a season of tears and laughter, a lovely work.
Oh, my goodness! Isn't this a lovely write! ! ! ! Love the girlish laughter echoing through it and even the sweet girlish tears- - Spring is such a delightful season, the youngest child of the year
From 'girlish' to 'golden' - love that has stayed fresh through the passage of many years? This is a sweet sentimental poem.
Short and sweet poet about april. Nice.
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