Near the end of April 
   On the verge of May—
And o my heart, the woods were dusk 
   At the close of day.

Half a word was spoken
   Out of half a dream,
And God looked in my soul and saw 
   A dawn rise and gleam.

Near the end of April
   Twenty Mays have met,
And half a word and half a dream 
   Remember and forget.