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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=558833" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In April</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>AS lightly as a filmy veil<br>That folds the April larch,<br>My tenderest joy drops like a dream<br>Down from the buds of March,<br>My dim sweet joy that fills the wood<br>From delicate arch to arch.<br>My frailest joy that draws my heart<br>Out from its prison bar,<br>Whose step is swifter and more sweet<br>Than all Spring's blossoms are,<br>My trembling joy that holds my soul<br>Up like a ransomed star.<br>What shall I do to keep my joy,<br>That has become so dear,<br>Who dare not stir to hold it close,<br>My joy that is so near,<br>That wraps me with a filmy veil<br>So woven in with fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II<br>IF I should lose these petals you let fall<br>To my stretched hand,<br>If through the leaf-buds I should miss them all,<br>And empty stand,<br>The April flowers their petals would recall<br>Throughout the land.<br>If I should lose these shining clouds of white<br>Flying like doves,<br>To some embowered region shut from sight<br>Their spirit moves,<br>The glory would drop out of all the light<br>That April loves.<br>If I should miss to toss my reckless heart<br>Up to the sky,<br>Through every spray your careless fingers part<br>As you go by,<br>In every budding place where blossoms start,<br>April would die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III<br>AH, do not let your spirit fail me now,<br>Now while the winds are sweet,<br>Now while the sun slips through the willow-bough<br>In patterns to my feet,<br>While shadows like mad rivers run,<br>Over the grass to fly the sun,<br>Ah, do not fail me now.<br>Now while the burnished poplars swing and play,<br>Like sails that would be free<br>To reach the untravelled azure far away,<br>And take the aerial sea,<br>Yet are too joyous in a birth<br>That binds them to the radiant earth,<br>Ah, fail me not to-day.<br>Ah, do not fail me while the unbroken dews<br>Hang like a captive shower,<br>In vagrant places that my wanderings choose<br>To cherish into flower;<br>Ah, do not let your spirit fail<br>My spirit, while the hours prevail<br>That only love can use.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV<br>MUST I walk lonely underneath the seas<br>Of April's blossom, watch the shining drift<br>Of clustered bloom through all the apple-trees,<br>With never an azure rift,<br>Look upward through the glistening cherry-bough,<br>For ever lonely now.<br>Must I go empty through sweet lanes of thorn,<br>And see their wands flowered in fleecy white,<br>Stretching through all the land now Spring is born,<br>To fill the fields with light,<br>Must I stand empty for sweet April's sake<br>To watch the leaf-buds break.<br>Now when the primrose beds are palest gold,<br>And cuckoo-flowers stand sentinel in the grass,<br>Must I see all the joys of April told,<br>And through them joyless pass,<br>In all the love that drops from April's sky,<br>Must I go loveless by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V<br>I CALL you through the sapphire deep<br>That hides the folded shrouds of sleep,<br>Along the amethystine way<br>That stretches in the wake of day.<br>Through all the pearly lakes that soon<br>Flow through the skies below the moon,<br>Through all the heaven's wide sea of light<br>I call you from the caves of night.<br>Through all earth's bitter prayers that press<br>Up from its floods of loneliness,<br>To find some pity for their pain,<br>I call you to my heart again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI<br>OH, do you doubt the ways,<br>The paths of breaking fire,<br>My chariot wheels shall take these April days<br>With swift desire,<br>The road whose delicate shadows are ablaze<br>With quivering flames that neither drop nor tire.<br>Oh, do you doubt they strayed<br>Down from the heavenly hill,<br>My captive steeds whose passionate feet are made<br>To be so still,<br>Whose breath stirs tenderly as wind-flowers laid<br>In tremulous dreams the April moonlights fill.<br>Fear not my steeds shall fail<br>To keep their high estate,<br>Their foreheads are new-crowned with stars that pale<br>The moons of fate;<br>Ah, do not doubt my chariot shall avail<br>To bring you surely to the Eternal Gate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dollie+Radford">Dollie Radford</a><div class=q>
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AS lightly as a filmy veil
That folds the April larch,
My tenderest joy drops like a dream
Down from the buds of March,
My dim sweet joy that fills the wood
From delicate arch to arch.
My frailest joy that draws my heart
Out from its prison bar,..."></div>
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