Poem : Song
Poet : Hilaire Belloc
Inviting the influence of a young lady upon the opening year
You wear the morning like your dress
And are with mastery crownd;
When as you walk your loveliness
Goes shining all around:
Upon your secret, smiling way
Such new contents were found,
The Dancing Loves made holiday
On that delightful ground.
Then summon April forth, and send
Commandment through the flowers;
About our woods your grace extend,
A queen of careless hours.
For O! not Vera veild in rain,
Nor Dians sacred Ring,
With all her royal nymphs in train
Could so lead on the Spring.