JOHN DAVIDSON

Were frozen and shrouded

In flights and in herds.

In highways

And byways

The young and the old

Were tortured and madden'd

And kill'd by the cold.

But many were gladden'd

By the beautiful last rose,

The blossom of no name

That came when the snow came.

In darkness unfurPd

The wonderful vast rose

That fill'd all the world.

��WILLIAM WATSON

872. Song

APRIL, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears! April, that mine ears Like a lover greetest, If I tell thee, sweetest, All my hopes and fears, April, April,

Laugh thy golden laughter, But, the moment after, Weep thy golden tears i

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