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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341330" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An April Fool</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sallied afield when the bud first swells,<br>And the sun first slanteth hotly,<br>And I came on a yokel in cap and bells,<br>And a suit of saffron motley.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was squat on a bank where a self-taught stream,<br>Fingering flint and pebble,<br>Was playing in tune to the yaffel's scream,<br>And the shake of the throstle's treble.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Now, who may you be?'' I asked, ``and where<br>Do you look for your meals and pillow?''<br>``My roof,'' he said, ``is the spacious air,<br>And my curtain the waving willow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``My meal is a shive of the miller's loaf,<br>And hunger the grace that blesses:<br>'Tis banquet enough for a village oaf,<br>With a handful of fresh green cresses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``A plague on your feasts where the dish goes round,<br>Though I know where the truffles burrow,<br>And the plover's eggs may, in fours, be found,<br>In the folds of the pleated furrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``And my name? O, I am an April Fool,<br>So yclept in the hamlet yonder;<br>For when old and young are at work or school,<br>I sit on a stile and ponder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``I gather the yellow weasel-snout,<br>As I wander the woods at random,<br>Or I stoop stone-still, and tickle the trout,<br>And at times, for a lark, I land 'em.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``But I flick them back ere they gape and pant,<br>After gazing at gill and speckle.<br>For why should I keep what I do not want,<br>Who can fish without hook or heckle?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Yes, I am an April Fool: confessed!<br>And my pate grows not wise for scratching;<br>But I know where the kingfisher drills his nest,<br>And the long-tailed tits are hatching.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he leaped to his feet, and he shook his bells,<br>And they jangled all together,<br>As blithe as the chime that sinks and swells<br>For the joy of a nuptial tether.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, as they chimed, in the covert near<br>Where ripens the juicy whortle,<br>The rustling whisper reached my ear<br>Of a loitering maiden's kirtle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whereat he laughed: ``I'm an April Fool,<br>But am jocund withal and jolly,<br>So long as I have this realm to rule,<br>And a lass to love my folly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Go and woo, where the deftly fair parade,<br>The smiles of a fine court lady;<br>But I will cuddle my rustic maid,<br>In the pheasant-drives husht and shady.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Her cheek is as creamy as milk in June,<br>And the winds nor chap nor warp it;<br>We dance, with the blackbird to give the tune,<br>And with primroses for carpet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Her quick-flashing fingers knit the hose<br>For her little feet neat and nimble;<br>Her kiss is as sweet as a half-shut rose,<br>And her laugh like a silver cymbal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``She never asks how my fortunes fare,<br>Nor wonders how full my purse is;<br>She sits on my knee, and she strokes my hair,<br>And I tell her my wildwood verses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``She has not a gem she can call her own,<br>But I rest on a sheepfold hurdle,<br>And, out of the daffodils newly blown,<br>Entwine her a golden girdle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``And soon I shall have for my nut-sweet girl,<br>When the May tree is adorning<br>Its weather-tanned skin with rows of pearl,<br>A new necklace, night and morning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``When shortly we catch the cuckoo's call,<br>We shall clap our hands to hear him;<br>For let whom they may his gibes appal,<br>This April Fool don't fear him.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then a wind-cloud, hued like a ringdove's neck,<br>Made the rain run helter-skelter;<br>The keen drops pattered on bank and beck,<br>And I crouched in the ditch for shelter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he whistled his love, and he waved his cap,<br>And the bells all rang together;<br>``Just fancy!'' he cried, ``to care one rap<br>For the whims of wind or weather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Through all the seasons I keep my youth,<br>Which is more than you town-folk do, sir.<br>Now, which is the April Fool, in sooth?<br>Do you think it is I,-or you, sir?''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the rain ceased slashing on branch and pool,<br>And swift came the sunshine, after;<br>And the thrush and the yaffel screamed, ``April Fool!''<br>And the covert rang with laughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q>
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And the sun first slanteth hotly,
And I came on a yokel in cap and bells,
And a suit of saffron motley.

He was squat on a bank where a self-taught stream,
Fingering flint and pebble,
Was playing in tune..."></div>
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