Song by Hilaire Belloc
Inviting the influence of a young lady upon the opening year
You wear the morning like your dress And are with mastery crown’d; When as you walk your loveliness Goes shining all around: Upon your secret, smiling way Such new contents were found, The Dancing Loves made holiday On that delightful ground. Then summon April forth, and send Commandment through the flowers; About our woods your grace extend, A queen of careless hours. For O! not Vera veil’d in rain, Nor Dian’s sacred Ring, With all her royal nymphs in train Could so lead on the Spring.
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