My heart turns gratefully to you Now April's come around; You said: "The desert has a charm When soft green tints the ground." You worked love's magic on my eyes; I saw so much to praise! I felt the lure of barren lands, Those pastel April days. Clear yellow of the prickly pear, Dawn-pink of creeping phlox, The blue-bell's shimmering, sky-washed hue, Pale mauve of crumbling rocks. Rich valleys called you from these plains -- My heart still bears the sting -- But April always brings you back; With you I see the Spring! |