April Showers

By Mary E. Wilkins

There fell an April shower, one night:
Next morning, in the garden-bed,
The crocuses stood straight and gold:
“And they have come,” the children said.
There fell an April shower, one night:
Next morning, thro’ the woodland spread
The Mayflowers, pink and sweet as youth:
“And they are come,” the children said.
There fell an April shower, one night:
Next morning, sweetly, overhead,
The blue-birds sung, the blue-birds sung:
“And they have come,” the children said.

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