Opals (Custance)/An April Mood

by Olive Custance

An April Mood

 

The south wind walked abroad and flung
A silver net of sudden rain,
Aflame with flowers the green woods hung . . .
A mist of leaves, above the plain . . .
O, April rain . . . O, April rain.

The dart and flutter of small birds,
Who seemed to jargon of their hopes
In fitful flutings, hushed our words,
Our eyes strayed over sun-flushed slopes . . .
O, April hopes . . . O, April hopes.

I looked into your languorous eyes,
And laughed to hear your vehement vows;
In love's vain lore my heart was wise . . .
We stooped between the tangled boughs . . .
O, April vows . . . O, April vows.

I have forgotten what you said
To win a kiss that afternoon;
But, O, your lips were warm and red,
And when you went, you went too soon
That showery April afternoon.