All On An April Morning.
The teacher was wise and learned, I wis,
All nonsense she held in scorning,
But you never can tell what the primmest miss
Will do of a bright spring morning.
What this one did was to spread a snare
For feet of a youth unheeding,
As March, with a meek and lamb-like air,
To its very last hour was speeding.
Oh, he was the dullard of his class,
For how can a youth get learning
With his eyes aye fixed on a pretty lass
And his heart aye filled with yearning?
"Who finds 'mong the rushes which fringe a pool,"
She told him, "the first wind blossom,
May wish what he will" - poor April fool,
With but one wish in his bosom.
Her gray eyes danced - on a wild-goose chase
He'd sally forth on the morrow,
And, later, she'd laugh in his sombre face,
And jest at his words of sorrow.
But penitence and a troubled mind
Were fruits of the night's reflection;
After all, he was simple, and strong, and kind -
'Twas wrong to flout his affection.
They met on the hill as she walked to school;
He said, unheeding her blushes,
"Here's the early flower your April fool
Found growing among the rushes.
"Take it or leave it as you will" -
His voice ringing out so clearly
Awoke in her heart a happy thrill -
"You know that I love you dearly."
Day-dreams indulged as she taught the school
Held lovers kneeling and suing;
"Take it or leave it" - her April fool
Was masterful in his wooing.
He gave her the flower - she gave him a kiss -
His suit she had long been scorning;
But you never can tell what the primmest miss
Will do of a bright spring morning.
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on April 28, 2023
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Scheme | abAB cbcb dbdb efef ghgh ijij ekek lmlm ebeb abAB |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,521 |
Words | 310 |
Stanzas | 10 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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