Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Song: ‘April, April’William Watson (1858–1935)
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Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!
April, that mine ears
Like a lover greetest,
If I tell thee, sweetest,
All my hopes and fears,
April, April,
Laugh thy golden laughter,
But, the moment after,
Weep thy golden tears!