by Theodosia Garrison (1874 - 1944)

April
Language: English 
Something tapped at my window-pane.
Someone called me without my door,
Someone laughed like the tinkle o' rain,
The robin echoed it o'er and o'er.

I threw the door and the window wide;
Sun and the touch of the breeze and then
"Oh, were you expecting me, dear?" she cried,
And here was April come back again.

Confirmed with Eugene R. Musgrove (ed.), Poems of New Jersey, New York, etc: The Gregg Publishing Company, p.41


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