IV—April

At dawn a gay gallant comes to the eaves

And trills a song unto his lady fair,

And then, above the reach of boyish thieves,

A building nest sways in the balmy air;

One day a flower upon a window sill

Puts forth a bud, and as its beauty grows

The sun—gay prodigal!—with life-light glows,

The while he reads the doom of storms and snows;

And then—and then—there comes the springtime's thrill!