Could sing with such a beak?
Yet you’ll be nightingales some day
And charm the country-side,
When I’m away and far away,
And May is queen and bride.
(May arrives unperceived by April, and gives her a kiss. April starts and looks round.)
April.
Ah, May, good-morrow, May, and so good-bye.
May.
That’s just your way, sweet April, smile and sigh;