April weather

Oh, hush, my heart, and take thine ease,

For here is April weather!

The daffodils beneath the trees

Are all a-row together.

The thrush is back with his old note;

The scarlet tulip blowing;

A white -- ay, white as my love's throat --

The dogwood boughs are growing.

The lilac bush is sweet again;

Down every wind that passes,

Fly flakes from hedgerow and from lane;

The bees are in the grasses.

And Grief goes out, and Joy comes in,

And Care is but a feather;

And every lad his love can win,

For here is April weather.