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April this year, not otherwise
Than April of a year ago,
Is full of whispers, full of sighs, / Of dazzling mud and dingy snow; / Hepaticas that pleased you so / Are here again, and butterflies.
There rings a hammering all day, / And shingles lie about the doors; / In orchards near and far away / The grey wood-pecker taps and bores; / The men are merry at their chores, / And children earnest at their play.
The larger streams run still and deep, / Noisy and swift the small brooks run / Among the mullein stalks the sheep / Go up the hillside in the sun, / Pensively, -- only you are gone, / You that alone I cared to keep.