A PPLE-BL OSSOJlf. 
43 
APPLE-BLOSSOMS. 
L. E. L. 
Of all the months that fill the year 
Give April’s month to me, 
For earth and sky are then so filled 
With sweet variety! 
The apple-blossoms’ shower of pearl, 
Though blent with rosier hue— 
As beautiful as woman’s blush, 
As evanescent too. 
On every bough there is a bud, 
In every bud a flower; 
But scarcely bud or flower will last 
Beyond the present hour. 
Now comes a shower cloud o’er the sky. 
Then all again sunshine; 
Then clouds again, but brightened with 
The rainbow’s coloured line. 
Ay, this, this is the month for me! 
I could not love a scene 
Where the blue sky was always blue, 
The green earth always green. 
TO BLOSSOMS. 
HERRICK. 
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, 
Why do you fall so fast ? 
Your date is not so past; 
