My April Lady

Posted by Maverick ~ on April 1, 2016
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My April Lady
by Henry Van Dyke

When down the stair at morning
The sunbeams round her float,
Sweet rivulets of laughter
Are bubbling in her throat;
The gladness of her greeting
Is gold without alloy;
And in the morning sunlight
I think her name is Joy.

When in the evening twilight
The quiet book-room lies,
We read the sad old ballads,
While from her hidden eyes
The tears are falling, falling,
That give her heart relief;
And in the evening twilight,
I think her name is Grief.

My little April lady,
Of sunshine and of showers,
She weaves the old spring magic,
And breaks my heart in flowers!
But when her moods are ended,
She nestles like a dove;
Then, by the pain and rapture,
I know her name is Love.

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22 comments on “My April Lady”

  2. Buon mese di Aprile! Non riesco a vedere il video, in compenso le immagini e le parole sono splendide 🙂 Al mio friend preferito auguro una bella giornata 😀

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  5. Beautiful post today, photos lovely as ever. Sirens are wonderful and yellow roses are my all-time favorites. The poem is perfect, filled with so many emotions, great song! I hope your Friday has been wonderful so far, have a nice and relaxing evening! ~ Mia 🙂

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    • Beautiful post with you in it. 🙂 It does look like a rose but it’s some kind of weird ruffled tulip. All the roses are at your place still. Friday was good and I’ll accept your bossiness and have a nice and relaxing evening. I hope you follow your own advice and do the same. Thanks Mia. 🙂

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