The April night is still and sweet With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet, But not to me.
My peace is hidden in his breast Where I shall never be;
Love comes to-night to all the rest, But not to me.
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The April night is still and sweet With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet, But not to me.
My peace is hidden in his breast Where I shall never be;
Love comes to-night to all the rest, But not to me.