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Updated: June 17, 2025
Beyond this hectic horticultural outburst the leisurely Spring faded out again into April's naturally sallow colors. Glossy and black as an endless typewriter ribbon, the narrow, tense State Road seemed to wind itself everlastingly in and in and in on some hidden spool of the car's mysterious mechanism.
Farther away is the road, which April's illumination adorns all along the lines of trees with embroidery of shadow and of gold, where bicycles tinkle and carriages rumble echoingly; and the shining river, those long-drawn sheets of water, whereon the sun spreads sheets of light and scatters blinding points.
"But April's sun strikes down the glades to-day; So shut your eyes upturned, and feel my kiss Creep, as the Spring now thrills through every spray, Up your warm throat to your warm lips, for this...." Rosemary put the book aside with shaking hands. "I wonder," she thought, "how it would be if anyone should kiss me. Me," she whispered; "not the women in the books, but the real me."
Through the clear windows one could see the far-spreading countryside, white with rime, and stiffly slumbering under that crystal casing, like some venerated saint awaiting April's resurrection.
It was wilful, changeable April's last night, and, being in a tender reminiscent mood, she dispensed her balmiest airs for the benefit of the distinguished company who filled to overflowing the gymnasium of Sanford High School, prepared to dance her last hours away.
Scarcely knowing that she had moved, Alden read on: "But April's sun strikes down the glades to-day; So shut your eyes upturned, and feel my kiss " A smothered sob made him look up quickly. She stood with her back to him, but her shoulders were shaking. He dropped the book and went to her. A strange, new tenderness possessed him. "Rosemary," he whispered, slipping his arm around her.
Lowell puts him upon a post in the fence, which is a characteristic attitude: "The bluebird, shifting his light load of song, From post to post along the cheerless fence." Emerson calls him "April's bird," and makes him "fly before from tree to tree," which is also good.
"But April's sun strikes down the glades to-day; So shut your eyes upturned, and feel my kiss Creep, as the Spring now thrills through every spray Up your warm throat to your warm lips " The beautiful words sang themselves through her memory as she sped on.
"By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard round the world." No historic spot has a finer setting or an atmosphere so well fitted to calm reflection on a momentous event.
"I'll fetch you home when it is April's turn to stir the fire," said her father smilingly, and Faith managed to smile back, and to say good-bye bravely, as she trudged down the path holding tight to Kashaqua's brown hand. "I be back to-morrow night," Kashaqua called back, knowing that would be a word of comfort to the white woman who was letting her only child go from home.
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