Poem by 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!

1. The Thin Edge
2. Philosophy
3. Social Note
4. Indian Summer
5. Ballade at Thirty-five

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