One April Morn

By John B. Tabb

Twin violets amid the dew
Unfolded soft their petals blue
To find the winter’s dream come true,
One April morn.

Two warmer, softer, violet eyes,
Beneath the selfsame April skies,
Fulfilled a dream of paradise,
One April morn.

Dawn-blossoms of a changeful day,
Ye would not till the twilight stay,
But, ere the noontide, sped away,
One April morn.

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