Verses of April
I want to sing
Transform me to a nightingale.
Take me to Hastings Gardens
That
I will rest on the thick boughs
And
the secret whispers in
The ample foliage.
Hear.
And
I will have whole nights
Whole
Whole
Nights
To sing April and of beauty's
Reign
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