O April, month of Nymphs and Fauns and Cupids,
Month of the Sungod's kisses, Earth's sweet passion,
Of fanciful winds and showers;
Apollo, glorious over hill and dale
Ethereally striding; grasses springing
Rapt to his feet, buds bursting, flowers out-breathing
Their liberated hearts in love to him.
 
(The little black-cap garrulous on the willow
Perching so prim, the crested chaffinch warbling,
And primrose and celandine, anemone and daisy,
Starring the tender herb which lambs already nibble.)
 
Month of all-gathering warmth,
Of breathless moments, hotter and hotter growing --
Smiles turned to fire, kisses to fierce earnest --
Of sultry swoons, pauses, and strange suspense
(Clouds and daemonic thunder through the blue vault threateningly rolling);
Then the delirious up-break -- the great fountains of the deep, in Sex,
Loosened to pouring failing rushing waters;
Shafts of wild light; and Sky and Earth in one another's arms
Melted, and all of Heaven spent in streams of love
Towards the Loved one.