To May

The velvet curtain softly sulks
While breathing Northern air
Unwelcome, the late season
In which it does appear

The day’s gone dim and the moon high
Great shadows start to dance
‘Til a sudden chill freezes still
The puddles turn to glass

Frozen in place are the night’s nymphs
Arrested from their play
‘Tis April that has come too soon
Our hopes belong to May

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