April The Maiden
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John Gneisenau Neihardt
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Longings to grow and be vaster,
Sap songs under the blue;
Hints of the Mighty Master
Making its dream come true.
Gaunt limbs winter-scarred, tragic,
Blind seeds under the mold.
Planning new marvels of magic
In scarlet and green and gold!
O passionate, panting, love-laden,
She is coming, she sings in the South--
The World's Bride--April the Maiden--
With the ghost of a rose for a mouth!
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