Too green the springing April grass,
Too blue the silvered speckled sky,
For me to linger here,a'las,
While happy windz go laughing by,
Wasting the golden hourz indoorz,
Washing windows & scrubbing floorz
Too wonderful the April night,
To faintly sweet da first May flowerz,
The starz too gloriosly bright,
For me to spend the evening hourz,
wen fieldz r fresh & streams r leaping
wearied,exhausted,dully sleeping.