My April Lady + 

When down the stair at morning + 

The sunbeams round her float, + 

Sweet rivulets of laughter + 

Are rippling in her throat; + 

The gladness of her greeting + 

Is gold without alloy; + 

And in the morning sunlight + 

I think her name is Joy. + 

When in the evening twilight + 

The quiet book-room lies, + 

We read the sad old ballads, + 

While from her hidden eyes + 

The tears are falling, falling, + 

That give her heart relief; + 

And in the evening twilight, + 

I think her name is Grief. + 

My little April lady, + 

Of sunshine and of showers + 

She weaves the old spring magic, + 

And my heart breaks in flowers! + 

But when her moods are ended, + 

She nestles like a dove; + 

Then, by the pain and rapture, + 

I know her name is Love. + 