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APRIL LADIES by GRACE BROWN PUTNAM

First Line: APRIL RAINS ARE SHOD WITH SILVER
Last Line: WAKE THE CROCUSES FROM SLEEP.
Subject(s): APRIL; RAIN;

April rains are shod with silver
Quick and flashing when they fall
In a tempo gay and dashing,
Like mad dancers at a ball.

April rains are wild and wanton,
Flinging all their riches down
With a reckless, bright abandon,
Like a spendthrift girl in town.

April rains are silver-skirted,
Wrapped in filmy veils of mist,
Like the fragile harem beauties
That the sun has never kissed.

Silver-slippered rains of April,
Where you dance, the grasses creep,
And your whirling, tripping revels
Wake the crocuses from sleep.



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