La Regina Avrillouse

 Lady of rich allure, 
Queen of the spring's embrace, 
Your arms are long like boughs of ash, 
Mid laugh-broken streams, spirit of rain unsure, 
Breath of the poppy flower, 
All the wood thy bower 
And the hills thy dwelling-place.


This will I no more dream; 
Warm is thy arm's allure, 
Warm is the gust of breath 
That ere thy lips meet mine 
Kisseth my cheek and saith: 
"This is the joy of earth, 
Here is the wine of mirth 
Drain ye one goblet sure,

Take ye the honey cup 
The honied song raise up, 
Drink of the spring's allure, 
April and dew and rain; 
Brown of the earth sing sure, 
Cheeks and lips and hair 
And soft breath that kisseth where 
Thy lips have come not yet to drink.
"

Moss and the mold of earth, 
These be thy couch of mirth, 
Long arms thy boughs of shade 
April-alluring, as the blade 
Of grass doth catch the dew 
And make it crown to hold the sun.
 
Banner be you 
Above my head, 
Glory to all wold display'd, 
April-alluring, glory-bold.

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