[00:02.88]007. April Days

[00:14.37]Days of witchery, subtly sweet,

[00:16.74]When every hill and tree finds heart,

[00:20.07]When winter and spring like lovers meet

[00:23.01]In the mist of noon and part -

[00:25.82]In the April days.

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[00:28.41]Nights when the wood frogs faintly peep

[00:31.04]Once - twice - and then are still,

[00:34.91]And the woodpeckers’ martial voices sweep

[00:37.60]Like bugle notes from hill to hill -

[00:41.37]Through the pulseless haze.

[00:44.26]Days when the soil is warm with rain,

[00:47.29]And through the wood the shy wind steals,

[00:50.33]Rich with the pine and the poplar smell,

[00:53.32]And the joyous earth like a dancer reels -

[00:56.91]Through the April days!