12 APRIL

By Ralph Waldo Emerson

The April winds are magical

And thrill our tuneful frames；

The garden walks are passional

To bachelors and dames．

The hedge is gemmed with diamonds，

The air with Cupids full，

The cobweb clues of Rosamond

Guide lovers to the pool．

Each dimple in the water，

Each leaf that shades the rock

Can cozen，pique and flatter，

Can parley and provoke．

Goodfellow，Puck and goblins，

Know more than any book．

Down with your doleful problems，

And court the sunny brook．

The south-winds are quick-witted，

The schools are sad and slow，

The masters quite omitted

The lore we care to know．