april. 



Thou that hast loved so long and well 



The vale's deep quiet streams, 

 Where the pure water-lilies dwell, 



Shedding forth tender gleams ; 

 And o'er the pool the May-fly's wing 

 dances in golden eves of spring ; — 

 Oh ! loved and lovely haunts are thine! 



MBS. HEMANS 



