COME, let us be the willing fools
Of April's earliest day,
And dream we own all pleasant things
The years have reft away.

'T is but to take the poet's wand,
A touch or here or there,
And I have lost that ancient stoop,
And you are young and fair.

Ah, no! The years that gave and took
Have left with you and me
The wisdom of the widening stream;
Trust we the larger sea.
WHICH?
Birth-day or Earth-day
Which the true mirth-day?
Earth-day or birth-day,
Which the well-worth day?