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Songs And Satires
What You Will
By Edgar Lee Masters
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April rain, delicious weeping,
Washes white bones from the grave,
Long enough have they been sleeping.
They are cleansed, and now they crave
Once more on the earth to gather
Pleasure from the springtime weather.
The pine trees and the long dark grass
Feed on what is placed below.
Think you not that there doth pass
In them something we did know?
This spell - well, friends, I greet ye once again
With joy - but with a most unuttered pain.
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