April

A rain-pool lies just over the way, And on it a fairy boat; And there, in her craft of the birchen bark My dollie’s a sailor afloat.

Row, row, Dolladine, now! April is steering and Spring’s at the bow.

With Dandelions the prow is decked, All gay on the rain-pool sea, And a chain I’ve made of their shining stems, To draw Dollie back to me.

Row, row, pretty one, now! April is steering and Spring’s at the bow.