Chapter 17 A GENTLEMAN IN HIDING

Oh, sweetly fall the April days!

My love was made of frost and light,

Of light to warm and frost to blight

The sweet, strange April of her ways.

Eyes like a dream of changing skies,

And every frown and blush I prize.

With cloud and flush the spring comes in,

With frown and blush maids' loves begin;

For love is rare like Apri