My April Lady by Henry Van Dyke

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Richard Mitchley - Pop

My April Lady by Henry Van Dyke

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When down the stair at morning The sunbeams round her float Sweet rivulets of laughter Are bubbling in her throat; The gladness of her greeting Is gold without alloy; And in the morning sunlight I think her name is Joy When in the evening twilight The quiet book-room lies We read the sad old ballads While from her hidden eyes The tears are falling, falling That give her heart relief; And in the evening twilight I think her name is Grief My little April lady Of sunshine and of showers She weaves the old spring magic And breaks my heart in flowers! But when her moods are ended She nestles like a dove; Then, by the pain and rapture I know her name is Love

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  • Henry van Dyke