| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1012. April |
| | | By O. C. Auringer |
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| WEARY at heart with winter yesterday, | |
| I sought the fields for something green to see, | |
| Some budded turf or mossbank quietly | |
| Uncovered in the sweet familiar way. | |
| Crossing a pasture slope that sunward lay, | 5 |
| I suddenly surprised beneath a tree | |
| A girlish creature who at sight of me | |
| Sprang up all wild with daintiest dismay. | |
| “Stay, pretty one!” I cried,—“who art thou, pray?” | |
| Mid tears and freaks of pettish misery, | 10 |
| And sighing, “I am April,” answered she; | |
| “I rear the field flowers for my sister May.” | |
| Then with an arch laugh sidewise, clear and strong, | |
| Turned blithely up the valley with a song. | |
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