April Fool

 

On with the motley, cap and bells, for March

That bold and boist’rous fellow now has gone

And taken with him winter’s sable dress.

Now with green fripperies the graceful larch

Greets the sun’s smile, and swelling buds put on

A rosy cap, and tulips bow to bless.

And lest the earth with too much sun should parch,

And stifle the young seeds when scarce begun,

Down falls the rain, while eager suckers press

Each through the earth a green triumphal arch.

Moved by the miracle of spring one’s mind

Is ready to believe all it is told,

(For here is verily the age of gold)

Only in frosty May the truth to find !

 

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