Poem April 19, 1900 Issue

April

BY JULIA MICHAEL.

A little crocus bud lifted its head
Up from a bed of brown,
And the sun smiled through from a bit of blue
And shone on its yellow gown.

The golden bud from its pale green cup
Bent down to the kiss of the sun,
And its petals flushed and its heart-beats hushed,
At the touch of that mighty one.

But a cloud swept over the bit of blue
And a curtain of rain fell down,
And the patters each told on the petals of gold
Of April's dark, menacing frown.

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