APRIL.
91
Then, as the gust declines, the stealing showers
Fall fresh and noiseless; while at closing day
The low Sun gleams on moist and half-blown flowers,
That promise garlands for approaching May.
Bless'd are yon peasant children, simply singing,
Who through the new-sprung grass rejoicing rove;
More blest! to whom the Time, fond thought is bringing,
Of friends expected, or returning love.
The pensive wanderer blest, to whom reflection
Points out some future views that soothe his mind;
Me how unlike!—whom cruel recollection
But tells of comfort I shall never find!
