Laughs the happy
April morn
Through
my grimy, little window,
And a shaft of sunshine pushes
Through the shadows in the square.
Dogs are tracing through
the grass,
Crows are cawing round the chimneys,
In and out among the washing
Goes the West at hide-and-seek.
Loud and cheerful clangs
the bell.
Here the nurses troop to breakfast.
Handsome, ugly, all are women . . .
O, the Spring -- the Spring -- the Spring!
