All in the April evening

All in the April evening April airs were abroad The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road.

SHEEP calling to their lambs—the throaty, tremulous ‘where have you gone now?’ answered by the higher-pitched, childish the evocative noise of spring. (). ‘There is no greed in our eyes as we survey the teeming land; rather are we humbled before the courage, persistence and simplicity of Nature.’