This undated poem by Mona Gould is found in her archived papers at the Thomas Fisher Rare Book Room at the University of Toronto.

April Moon

There is something strangely wistful—
About an April moon—
Like love that vanished long ago—
A rose that droops too soon—
A half-forgotten little song—
That shatters on a star—
A little dream-house all of gold—
Whose door is left ajar.
O wistful, silver April moon—
You keep within your light—
The vision of another moon—
That shone another night.