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Mary Webb. “To a Poet in April.” Manuscript poem, one leaf, 7⅛″ x 6¼″, on off-white laid ruled paper, black ink, eighteen lines in three stanzas. On verso, an illegible name is lightly penciled at bottom right. Closely trimmed from a larger sheet, and with a horizontal fold mark. The title line (in smaller script, and crowded against the top edge of the paper) may have been added after the body of the poem was written. This poem is a celebration of Spring and of a poet who was able to communicate the delight of an April day: “And on those gleamy April days / That hurt my soul with too much bliss / When I am wandering woodland ways, / A-bloom with twining ecstasies, / You speak my joy in silver words / I thought none knew so well, but birds.”