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April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

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Millay, Edna St. Vincent. "Spring." Second April, Mitchell Kennerley, 1921, p. 11.

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About the Author

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Born: February 22, 1892
Died: October 19, 1950
Nationality: American
Profession: Poet

Biography

Edna St. Vincent Millay was an American lyrical poet and playwright.

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