Дороти Паркер (Dorothy Parker)

Spring Song

   (in the expected manner)

Enter April, laughingly,
  Blossoms in her tumbled hair,
High of heart, and fancy-free--
  When was maiden half so fair?
Bright her eyes with easy tears,
  Wanton-sweet, her smiles for men.
"Winter's gone," she cries, "and here's
  Spring again."

When we loved, 'twas April, too;
  Madcap April--urged us on.
Just as she did, so did you--
  Sighed, and smiled, and then were gone.
How she plied her pretty arts,
  How she laughed and sparkled then!
April, make love in our hearts
  Spring again!