“APRIL IS IN THE WORLD AGAIN”

April is in the world again,

And all the world is filled with flowers —

Flowers for others, not for me!

For my one flower I cannot see,

Lost in the April showers.

I cannot wake her, though I sing,

And all the birds, for her dear sake,

Fill with their songs the wintry brake;

Ah! could they make her rise again,

What resurrection would be mine!

Is she too tired to help the sun

And all the little stars to shine?