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 Sweet April! many a thought
 Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
  Nor shall they fail, read more 
 Sweet April! many a thought
 Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
  Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
   Life's golden fruit is shed. 
 Sweet April showers
 Do bring May flowers.  
 Sweet April showers
 Do bring May flowers. 
 Sweet April-time--O cruel April-time!
 Year after year returning, with a brow
  Of promise, and red lips with read more 
 Sweet April-time--O cruel April-time!
 Year after year returning, with a brow
  Of promise, and red lips with longing paled,
   And backward-hidden hands that clutch the joys
    Of vanished springs, like flowers. 
 Again the blackbirds sings; the streams
 Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams,
  And tremble in the April read more 
 Again the blackbirds sings; the streams
 Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams,
  And tremble in the April showers
   The tassels of the maple flowers. 
 Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn
 Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May
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 Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn
 Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May
  New blooming blossoms 'neath the sun are born,
   And all poor April's charms are swept away. 
 When April winds
 Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
  Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, read more 
 When April winds
 Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
  Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up,
   Opened in airs of June her multiple
    OF golden chalices to humming birds
     And silken-wing'd insects of the sky. 
 April is the cruelest month, breeding
 Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
  Memory and desire, stirring
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 April is the cruelest month, breeding
 Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
  Memory and desire, stirring
   Dull roots with spring rain. 
Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day!
Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day!
 The April winds are magical,
 And thrill our tuneful frames;
  The garden-walks are passional
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 The April winds are magical,
 And thrill our tuneful frames;
  The garden-walks are passional
   To bachelors and dames.