THE April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful showers, Then from the furrow shoots the grain, And banks are fledged with nestling flowers; And in grey shaw and woodland bowers The cuckoo through the April rain Calls once again. The April sun, the April sun, Glints through the rain in fitful splendour, And in grey shaw and woodland dun The little leaves spring forth and tender Their infant hands, yet weak and slender, For warmth towards the April sun, One after one. And between shower and shine hath birth The rainbow's evanescent glory; Heaven's light that breaks on mists of earth! Frail symbol of our human story, It flowers through showers where, looming hoary, The rain-clouds flash with April mirth, Like Life on earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PETRIFIED FERN by MARY LYDIA BOLLES BRANCH THE POPLAR FIELD by WILLIAM COWPER NO MASTER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE PRETTY GIRL OF LOCH DAN by SAMUEL FERGUSON THE END OF THE EPISODE by THOMAS HARDY MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO |