My Lady April

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h4 id="id00085" style="margin-top: 2em">MY LADY APRIL</h4> <p id="id00086">  Dew on her robe and on her tangled hair;<br/> Twin dewdrops for her eyes; behold her pass,<br/> With dainty step brushing the young, green grass,<br/> The while she trills some high, fantastic air,<br/> Full of all feathered sweetness: she is fair,<br/> And all her flower-like beauty, as a glass,<br/> Mirrors out hope and love: and still, alas!<br/> Traces of tears her languid lashes wear.<br/></p> <p id="id00087">  Say, doth she weep for very wantonness?<br/> Or is it that she dimly doth foresee<br/> Across her youth the joys grow less and less<br/> The burden of the days that are to be:<br/> Autumn and withered leaves and vanity,<br/> And winter bringing end in barrenness.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />