Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)
Aprilian
I. Come with me where April twilights Wigwam blue the April hills; Where the shadows and the high lights Swarm the woods that Springtime fills. Tents where dwell the tribes of beauty, Tasseled scouts whose camp-fires glow Over leagues of wild-flower booty Rescued from the camps of snow. II. A thousand windflowers blowing! They print the ways with palest pearl, As if with raiment flowing Here passed some glimmering girl. A thousand bluets breaking! They take the heart with glad surprise, As if some wild girl waking Looked at you with bewildered eyes. A thousand buds and flowers, A thousand birds and bees: What spirit haunts the bowers! What dream that no one sees! III. Her kirtle is white as the wild-plum bloom, Her girdle is pink as the crab; Her face is sweet as a wood perfume Or haw that the sunbeams stab. Her boddice is green as the beetle's wing That jewels the light o' the sun; And the earth and the air around her sing Wherever her mad feet run. Her beautiful feet, that bloom and bud And print with blossoms each place. Oh, let us follow them into the wood And gaze on her, face to face.
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