RONDEAU: AN APRIL DAY.

An April day, when skies are blue,

And earth rejoices to renew

Her vernal youth by lawn and lea,

And sap mounts upward in the tree,

And ruddy buds come bursting through;

When violets of tender hue

And trilliums keep the morning dew

Through all the sweet forenoon — give me

An April day;

When surly Winter's roystering crew

Have said the last of their adieux,

And left the fettered river free,

And buoyant hope and ecstasy

Of life awake, my wants are few —

An April day.