April Airs: A Book of New England Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

UNDER THE APRIL MOON


 

OH, well the world is dreaming
Under the April moon,
Her soul in love with beauty,
Her senses all a-swoon!

Pure hangs the silver crescent

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Above the twilight wood,
And pure the silver music
Wakes from the marshy flood.

O Earth, with all thy transport,
How comes it life should seem

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A shadow in the moonlight,
A murmur in a dream?