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When There is April
Who would fear death when there is April?—
Like a flame, like a song—
To heal all who have lived with yearning
Year-through, life-long.
Like a flame, like a song—
To heal all who have lived with yearning
Year-through, life-long.
When there is April with fulfilment
For longing and for pain,
For every reaching hand that beauty
Has lured in vain.
For longing and for pain,
For every reaching hand that beauty
Has lured in vain.
Who would shrink from the earth when April
With slim rain hands shall reach
Through the doors of dark, and call them
Who love her speech.
With slim rain hands shall reach
Through the doors of dark, and call them
Who love her speech.
Foreboding
How shall I keep April
When my songs are done—
How can I be silent
And still feel the sun?
When my songs are done—
How can I be silent
And still feel the sun?
I, who dreaded silence,
I, who April-long
Kept my heart from breaking
With the cry of song.
I, who April-long
Kept my heart from breaking
With the cry of song.
How can I hold sunlight
In my hands, like gold,
And bear the pain of silence
When my songs are old?
In my hands, like gold,
And bear the pain of silence
When my songs are old?
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