[00:14.37]Days of witchery, subtly sweet,
[00:16.74]When every hill and tree finds heart,
[00:20.07]When winter and spring like lovers meet
[00:23.01]In the mist of noon and part -
[00:25.82]In the April days.
[00:27.81]
[00:28.41]Nights when the wood frogs faintly peep
[00:31.04]Once - twice - and then are still,
[00:34.91]And the woodpeckers’ martial voices sweep
[00:37.60]Like bugle notes from hill to hill -
[00:41.37]Through the pulseless haze.
[00:44.26]Days when the soil is warm with rain,
[00:47.29]And through the wood the shy wind steals,
[00:50.33]Rich with the pine and the poplar smell,
[00:53.32]And the joyous earth like a dancer reels -
[00:56.91]Through the April days!