Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By O. C.Auringer1012 April
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I sought the fields for something green to see,
Some budded turf or mossbank quietly
Uncovered in the sweet familiar way.
Crossing a pasture slope that sunward lay,
I suddenly surprised beneath a tree
A girlish creature who at sight of me
Sprang up all wild with daintiest dismay.
“Stay, pretty one!” I cried,—“who art thou, pray?”
Mid tears and freaks of pettish misery,
And sighing, “I am April,” answered she;
“I rear the field flowers for my sister May.”
Then with an arch laugh sidewise, clear and strong,
Turned blithely up the valley with a song.