Sara Teasdale — April Song

Willow, in your April gown   Delicate and gleaming, Do you mind in years gone by   All my dreaming? Spring was like a call to me   That I could not answer, I was chained to loneliness,   I, the dancer. Willow, twinkling in the sun,   Still your leaves and hear me, I can answer spring at last,   Love is near me!