Chapter 13 THE LADY OF THE PERGOLA

April, April,

Laugh, thy girlish laughter;

Then, the moment after,

Weep thy girlish, tears!

April, that mine ears

Like a lover greetest,

If I tell thee, sweetest,

All my hopes and fears,

April, April,

Laugh thy golden laughter,

But, the moment after,

Weep thy golden tears!

-William Watson.

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