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_APRIL CONTRADICTIONS_ I watch the little pear buds break And slip their silky sheaths, And flowers on the maples make A thousand russet wreaths, —Then something blinds my sight, and I Am full of grief, yet know not why! LIVER VOX DOT ORG BY KARA I WATCH THE LITTLE PEAR BUDS BREAK AND SLIP THEIR SILKY SHEATHS AND FLOWERS ON THE MAPLES MAKE A THOUSAND RUSSET WREATHS THEN SOMETHING BLINDS MY SIGHT AND I AM FULL OF GRIEF YET KNOW NOT WHY
beauty brings Swift tears, and smites my heart, till I Am almost fain To hide mine eyes for very pain! Yet though thus for a little space I bow my face, Nor any grace Of rose or lily can I see, I know the while that memory, Clear-eyed and free, Upon my heart is graving deep Each least, sweet loveliness, to keep Through all the coming years for me. And it shall be, In afterwhiles, when far away, When wintry skies are bleak and gray And no birds sing, I shall grow glad remembering The sweetness of this scarlet day. _DREAM ECHOES_ A little while ago I caught, In cadence pure and clear, A waft of faintest music, wrought Upon my inner ear. A part of some elusive theme Whose sweetly solemn air My soul had harkened in a dream, I know not when nor where. I only know my heart-strings stirred With strange, forgotten pain, That crept upon me as I heard That unremembered strain. A sense of loneliness untold, So boundless, deep, unknown, I blindly reached my hands to hold Your palms within my own!   APRIL CONTRADICTIONS BY EVELEEN STEYNE RED FOR 
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