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EVERLASTING APRIL, by                    
First Line: The sun, a fiddling merry-andrew, shrills
Last Line: April's perpetually seventeen.
Subject(s): April


The sun, a fiddling merry-andrew, shrills
Among the roadside flowers of the sky;
Slippers are indiscreet beneath the hills'
Silly Victorian petticoats lifted high.

Oh, it's a crazy day, a Chaucer day, a day
When that Aprille with her shoures sweet
On the blue puddles foots her antic hey
While the red-kerchiefed sun claps to her feet.

The wind's a peasant betty, and she runs
With wooden shoes and spills her pails of whey
Rudely on April's rapt Endymions,
Shakes out her apron, and goes on her way.
And, gentlemen, it's no use venting spleen:
April's perpetually seventeen.





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