When April came I looked for May
In May's warm hour I sought June's day.
When June appeared I heard robin's call.
And all too soon I felt the fall.
Some picked the violets, I picked a rose
But time alone will all thorns expose.
In daisy's field I stayed to play
But heather bloomed while I was away.
Visiting Florence spared no expense
But tempting brandy muddled my sense.
A misty morn left misty eyes
Till my heart's gale expired in sighs.
Making love's object my sole employ
Shaken of faith, I sought for joy.
Not to be found, I've grace yet to see
Knowing hope springs eternally.
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