Sara Teasdale

April song

Willow in your April gown

Delicate and gleaming,

Do you mind in years gone by

All my dreaming?

 

Spring was like a call to me

That I could not answer,

I was chained to loneliness,

I, the dancer.

 

Willow, twinkling in the sun,

Still your leaves and hear me,

I can answer spring at last,

Love is near me!