Jazzo, thank you! That's been gnawing at the back of my mind for years. [My googling efforts had included text from the end of the poem. slapping own worhead in disgust at self -e] And in all these years I'd never noted the T.S. Eliot reference. [slapping again -e]

Let me register that IMHO, April is not the cruelest month:
April, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!
-- William Watson

There's a collegiate story, jazzo, behind that poem you found for me. Remind me to tell you by PM; it's too long to write out now.