When all my limbs are locked, And death has lost the key; When I am but the dream Of some dead ecstasy: I will not ever wage Old quarrels with myself: Or seek to read the books Upon life's dusty shelf. But I shall always hear The tread of April's feet, Stirring the earth to song: And feel the flaming beat Of earth's heart, near and near, Finding her heart at last: And dreams will come to me And hours forever past. Only the happy hours, Melodiously again, And April dreams will come Leading the April rain: When all my limbs are locked, And death has lost the key, And I myself the dream Of some dead ecstasy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRIDAL BALLAD by EDGAR ALLAN POE FOR THE HOLY FAMILY, BY MICHELANGELO (IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE SECOND MOTHERHOOD by ST. CLAIR ADAMS BEAUTIFUL EYES by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS AT A SEACOAST TAVERN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |