That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.
O month when they who love must love and wed.
There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.
Who longest wait of all surely wins.
For April sobs while these are so glad April weeps while these are so gay,- Weeps like a tired child who had, Playing with flowers, lost its way.
Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.