On the side of a hill In the month of April
I was with her In wonderful weather.
Do you ask me to tell Of myth or of marvel?
No one said No! From height or from hollow.
In what other country Would I rather be?
Or whose way of moving Should I more sing?
I will dwell on her praise For now and for always.
Here is a simple, happy memory: a spring afternoon on a hillside, spent with someone the speaker loves. The details are few. We learn only that it was April, the weather was wonderful, and the speaker was with "her." Yet that restraint is part of the charm. The speaker doesn't dress the moment up with legends or marvels, asking almost playfully whether we expect "myth" or "marvel." The day was enough as it was.
The short lines and tidy rhymes, hill with April, tell with marvel, give the poem the feel of a little song, which fits the title. The speaker's feelings are contentment and devotion. Nothing disturbs the scene, since "no one said No," from high ground or low. The closing questions are really declarations: there is no country he'd rather be in, no one whose way of moving deserves more praise. The mood is gentle, grateful, and quietly certain, a vow to keep praising her "for now and for always."