Aprilian

When April came with sunshine

And showers and lilac bloom,

My heart with sudden gladness

Was like a fragrant room.

Her eyes were heaven's own azure,

As deep as God's own truth.

Her soul was made of rapture

And mystery and youth.

She knew the sorry burden

Of all the ancient years,

Yet could not dwell with sadness

And memory and tears.

With her there was no shadow

Of failure nor despair,

But only loving joyance.

O Heart, how glad we were!