Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1921/Acquaintance

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ACQUAINTANCE
All that we know of April is her way Of coming on the world through gentle springs,Turning the hedge a whitening line of spray, Staining the grass with shivered, golden things.She has a way of rain against the sun, Of moonlit orchards, ghostly white and still,And the slow, silver coming, one by one, Of burning stars above a purple hill.
And this is all we know of such as she, These shining names she leaves for us to call:The whitening hedge, the showery apple tree, And golden jonquils gathering by a wall. . . .All that we know of April is her way, And these bright legends we have learned to say.
The NationDavid Morton
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