She came to him that April day,
But he did not know 'twas she.
He thought it only was the wind
That whispered "spring" to him...
For tho' he felt--he could not see--
Her silken dress of ivory.

Nor could he see, but he did smell
The wreath of daisies 'round her sun-drenched hair.
He thought the scent was just the breath
Of flowers breathing everywhere.

And he could taste a sweetness like honeybees' nectar
In the balmy April breeze,
Not knowing 'twas her feather-light perfume
Floating on the air with care.

Yes, altho' invisible was she,
Spring came to him that April day.
She placed a butterfly kiss on his cheek,
And then--she flew away....