Of primrose boys
April has many;
He seems as fond
Of them as any;
He shows the world
Those boys in gold.

But violets are
His girls, whom he
Shuts up in some
Green nunnery:
So does he prove
His deepest love.

April, a girl
Of yours is found;
High walls of grass
Hemmed her around:
April, forgive me—
I followed a bee.