98 DEOPS PROM FLORA’S CDP. 
APRIL. 
MISS LANDON. 
Of all the months that till the year, 
Give April’s month to me; 
For earth and sky are then so filled 
With sweet variety! 
The apple-hlossoms’ shower of pearl, 
The pear-tree’s rosier hue, 
As beautiful as woman’s blush, 
/ As evanescent too. 
The purple light, that like a sigh 
Comes from the violet bed, 
As there the perfumes of the East 
Had all their odors shed. 
The wild-brier rose, a fragrant cup 
To hold the morning tear; 
The bird’s-eye like a sapphire star, 
The primrose pale, like fear. 
The balls that hang like drifted snow 
Upon the guilderose; 
The woodbine’s fairy trumpets, where 
The elf his war-note blows. 
