Anterotics

Laughs the happy April mornThro' my grimy, little window,And a shaft of sunshine pushesThro' the shadows in the square.

Dogs are tracing thro' the grass,Crows are cawing round the chimneys,In and out among the washingGoes the West at hide-and-seek.

Loud and cheerful clangs the bell.Here the nurses troop to breakfast.Handsome, ugly, all are women . . .O, the Spring—the Spring—the Spring!