April Song
Don Marquis
Fleet across the grasses Flash the feet of Spring, Piping, as he passes Fleet across the grasses, “Follow, lads and lasses! Sing, world, sing!” Fleet across the grasses Flash the feet of Spring! Idle winds deliver Rumors through the town, Tales of reeds that quiver, Idle winds deliver, Where the rapid river Drags the willows down— Idle winds deliver Rumors through the town. In the country places By the silver brooks April airs her graces; In the country places Wayward April paces, Laughter in her looks; In the country places By the silver brooks. Hints of alien glamor Even reach the town; Urban muses stammer Hints of alien glamor, But the city’s clamor Beats the voices down; Hints of alien glamor Even reach the town.
