  BE ye in love with April-tide? I’ faith, in love am I! For now ’tis sun, and now ’tis shower, And now ’tis frost, and now ’tis flower, And now ’tis Laura laughing-eyed, And now ’tis Laura shy! Ye doubtful days, O slower glide! Still smile and frown, O sky! Some beauty unforeseen I trace In every change of Laura’s face;— Be ye in love with April-tide? I’ faith, in love am I! Clinton Scollard. |
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