April Song: Sarah Teasdale

Willow in your April gown

Delicate and gleaming,

Do you mind in years gone by

All my dreaming?

Spring was like a call to me

That I could not answer,

I was chained to loneliness,

I, the dancer.

Willow, twinkling in the sun,

Still your leaves and hear me,

I can answer spring at last,

Love is near me!
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