Easter Song

I am the dream of April, I am the soul of May, 
The sallows scatter, the sallows splatter their gold upon my way: 
The gorses swing censers of spring to honour Easter Day. 

I am the baby April, the woman May will be:
I set the berry and hang the cherry on briar and cornel-tree; 
Mine's the shut rose, the apple-blows, the rainbow on the sea. 

My tears are all of April, my laughter is of May, 
My sorrow's all a cowslip-ball, so light to toss away: 
My heart is bright with Easter light, my face is fair to see. 
Because God's risen, and out of prison the whole round world goes free.