Now That Lost April..

Now that lost April returns with the sky
The roads are all dizzied in puddles awry,
The pastures in surf where the bluets are sown;
O the warning my mother would make to me once:
Put something over you when you lie down.

No matter how stilled stands the summery air
The thin threads of east wind shudder somewhere,
Deep in hot daisies cool smell of the ground;
O the warning my mother would make to me once:
Don’t fall asleep without some cover on.

Though autumn is slumbrous in umber and high
The forests break open at weight of the sky,
The leaves shred the blood-red, the dry-shaken brown;
O the warning my mother would make to me once:
Have something over you when you lie down.

So in all seasons all lovers beware
Of the cold drill of darkness which spins in the air,
The whisper of spring saying Winter has come —
Of the warning my mother would make to me once:
Keep cover over you — keep cover over you —
Keep cover over you when you lie down.