“I am the dream of April, I am the soul of May; The sallows scatter, the sallows splatter their gold upon my way: The gorses swing censers of spring to honour Easter Day.
I am the baby April, the woman May will be: I set the berry and hang the cherry on briar and cornel-tree; Mine ‘s the shut rose, the apple-blows, the rainbow on the sea.
My tears are all of April, my laughter is of May, My sorrow’s all a cowslip-ball, so light to toss away: My heart is bright with Easter light, my face is fair to see. Because God’s risen, and out of prison the whole round world goes free.”