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TO A GARDEN IN APRIL by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG

First Line: ALAS, AND ARE YOU PLEADING NOW FOR PARDON?
Last Line: YOU HIDE IN LEAF, BUT OH! YOUR BUDS ARE SWELLING.
Subject(s): APRIL; GARDENS & GARDENING; REPRODUCTION; MATING;
Alas, and are you pleading now for pardon?
Spring came by night — and so there was no telling?
Spring had his way with you, my little garden. . . .
You hide in leaf, but oh! your buds are swelling.



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