A Child of Spring

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  "summary": "This poem celebrates the arrival of spring through the depiction of a charming maiden named April, who embodies the essence of the season. She is described as fair and sweet, joyfully wandering across a landscape filled with blooming flowers like snowdrops, violets, and daffodils. April is closely connected to nature, beckoning birds and waking brooklets to bring life back to the world after winter. Her gentle presence is sometimes touched by sadness, which is swiftly lightened by sunbeams that remove her tears. The poem invites readers to welcome April with happiness, as she heralds the return of spring and its renewal of life and beauty.",
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    "I know a little maiden, She is very fair and sweet, As she trips among the grasses That kiss her dainty feet; Her arms are full of flowers, The snow-drops, pure and white, Timid blue-eyed violets, And daffodillies bright. She loves dear Mother Nature, And wanders by her side; She beckons to the birdlings That flock from far and wide. She wakes the baby brooklets, Soft breezes hear her call; She tells the little children The sweetest tales of all. Her brow is sometimes clouded, And she sighs with gentle grace, Till the sunbeams, daring lovers, Kiss the teardrops from her face. Well we know this dainty maiden, For April is her name; And we welcome her with gladness, As the springtime comes again."
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