Sorrow, quit me for a while!
Wintry days are over;
Hope again, with April smile,
Violets sows and clover.
Pleasure follows in her path,
Love itself flies after,
And the brook a music hath
Sweet as childhood's laughter.
Not a bird upon the bough
Can repress its rapture,
Not a bud that blossoms now
But doth beauty capture.
Sorrow, thou art Winter's mate,
Spring cannot regret thee
Yet, ah, yet--my friend of late--
I shall not forget thee!

Florence Earle Coates

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