O be less beautiful, or be less brief. - William Watson

The stars of heaven are free because
In amplitude of liberty
Their joy is to obey the laws.

O ye by wandering tempest sown
Neath every alien star,
Forget not whence the breath was blown
That wafted you afar!
For ye are still her ancient seed
On younger soil let fall—
Children of Britain’s island-breed,
To whom the Mother in her need
Perchance may one day call.

April, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!