In April

If I am slow forgetting,
It is because the sun
Has such old tricks of setting
When April days are done.

The soft spring sunlight traces
Old patterns -- green and gold;
The flowers have no new faces,
The very buds are old!

If I am slow forgetting --
Ah, well, come back and see
The same old sunbeams petting
My garden-plots and me.

Come smell the green things growing,
The boxwood after rain;
See where old beds are showing
Their slender spears again.

At dusk, that fosters dreaming --
Come back at dusk and rest,
And watch our old star gleaming
Against the primrose west.

Margaret Lee Ashley


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