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Fleet across the grasses
  Flash the feet of Spring,
Piping, as he passes
Fleet across the grasses,
“Follow, lads and lasses!
  Sing, world, sing!”
Fleet across the grasses
  Flash the feet of Spring!

Idle winds deliver
  Rumors through the town,
Tales of reeds that quiver,
Idle winds deliver,
Where the rapid river
  Drags the willows down—
Idle winds deliver
  Rumors through the town.

In the country places
  By the silver brooks
April airs her graces;
In the country places
Wayward April paces,
  Laughter in her looks;
In the country places
  By the silver brooks.

Hints of alien glamor
  Even reach the town;
Urban muses stammer
Hints of alien glamor,
But the city’s clamor
  Beats the voices down;
Hints of alien glamor
  Even reach the town.