April Weather

Oh, hush, my heart, and take thine ease, For here is April weather! The daffodils beneath the trees Are all a-row together.

The thrush is back with his old note; The scarlet tulip blowing; And white—ay, white as my love's throat— The dogwood boughs are glowing.

The lilac bush is sweet again; Down every wind that passes, Fly flakes from hedgerow and from lane; The bees are in the grasses.

And Grief goes out, and Joy comes in, And Care is but a feather; And every lad his love can win, For here is April weather.