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April Days

Days of witchery,subtly sweet, When every hell anstree finds heart, When winter and spring like lovers meet In the mist of noon and part— In the April days.

Nights when the wood frogs faintly peep Once-twice-and then are still,

And the woodpeckers’ martial voices sweep Like bugle notes from hill to hill- Through the pulseless haze Days when the soil is warm with rain,

And through the wood the shy wind steals, Rich with the pine and the poplar smell,

And the joyous earth like a dancer reels- Through the April days!

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When daisies pied and violets blue

And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every three,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo,
Cuckoo, cuckoo! Oh word of fear
Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every three,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo,
Cuckoo, cuckoo! Oh word of fear
Unpleasing to a married ear!

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I love to laugh, happy girl who loved to dance,

I can jump out of the world’s most beautiful dance for you, that is one of my favorite expressions,

what about you?

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