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!

by William Watson

Comments (10)

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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