If I were gusty April now, <br />How I would blow at laughing Rose; <br />I'd make her ribbons slip their knots, <br />And all her hair come loose. <br /> <br />If I were merry April now, <br />How I would pelt her cheeks with showers; <br />I'd make carnations, rich and warm, <br />Of her vermillion flowers. <br /> <br />Since she will laugh in April's face <br />No matter how he rains or blows -- <br />Then O that I wild April were, <br />To play with laughing Rose.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/laughing-rose/
