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Sweet April-time — O cruel April-time!
Quote byDinah Craik · 1826–1887
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880), "April", p. 246.
English (original)
Sweet April-time — O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands that clutch the joys Of vanished springs, like flowers.
— Dinah Craik
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