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Hilaire Belloc - April
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	The stranger warmth of the young sun obeying,
	Look! little heads of green begin to grow,
	And hidden flowers have dared their tops to show
	Where late such droughty dusts were rudely playing.
	It`s not the month, but all the world`s a-maying!
	Come then with me, I`ll take you, for I know
	Where the first hedgethorns and white windflowers blow:
	We two alone, that goes without the saying.

	The month has treacherous clouds and moves in fears.
	This April shames the month itself with smiles:
	In whose new eyes I know no heaven of tears,
	But still serene desire and between whiles,
	So great a look that even April`s grace
	Makes only marvel at her only face.
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