April Twilight
My windows look across a Square,
I see dark houses through a screen.
Of slender branches, leafless, bare,
Yet faintly flushed with green.
I see dark houses through a screen.
Of slender branches, leafless, bare,
Yet faintly flushed with green.
I see the strangers pass and pass,
And some are grave, and some are gay,
But all seem shadows in a glass;
Not like the people of the day.
And some are grave, and some are gay,
But all seem shadows in a glass;
Not like the people of the day.
They walk between giant daffodils,
How endlessly their footsteps beat,
How languidly their laughter thrills
The silence of the street.
How endlessly their footsteps beat,
How languidly their laughter thrills
The silence of the street.
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