I
When April comes, and pelts with buds
And apple-blooms each orchard space,
And takes the dogwood-whitened woods
With rain and sunshine of her moods,
Like your fair face, like your sweet face:
It’s honey for the bud and dew,
And honey for the heart!
And, oh, to be away with you
Beyond the town and mart.
II
When April comes and tints the hills
With gold and beryl that rejoice,
And from her airy apron spills
The laughter of the winds and rills,
Like your young voice, like your sweet voice:
It’s gladness for God’s bending blue,
And gladness for the heart!
And, oh, to be away with you
Beyond the town and mart.
III
When April comes, and binds and girds
The world with warmth that breathes above,
And to the breeze flings all her birds,
Whose songs are welcome as the words
Of you I love, O you I love:
It’s music for all things that woo,
And music for the heart!
And, oh, to be away with you
Beyond the town and mart.