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TO MISS DORA CURTIS
April with her fleet, sweet, / Silver rain, and sun-rays, / Cometh, and her feet beat / Lightly, on the lawn.
Softly, for her sake, break / Flowering the wet boughs; / By the brimming lake, wake / Lilies every dawn.
Broken on the stream, gleam / Rays, to drown where weeds wave; / Shining with her dream, seem / April's eyes bedewed.
Shakes a silver chain, rain / Chiming with her music; / Life, that long hath lain slain / Riseth up renewed.
Softly as a dove, Love / Croons beneath the twilight; / While the winds above move / Softly through the night.
Out of all the skies, dies / Light, and only stars shine: / Stars to me her wise eyes, / And her face a light.