Now clap your hands together, For this is April weather, And love again is born; The west wind is caressing, The turf to your feet are pressing Is thrilling to the morn. To see the grass a-greening, To find each day new meaning, In sky and tree and ground; To see the waters glisten, To linger long, and listen To every waking sound! To feel your nerves a-tingle By grackle's strident jingle Or starling's brooky call, Or phoebe's salutation, Or sparrow's proclamation Atop the garden wall! The maple trees are thrilling, Their eager juices spilling In many a sugar-camp. I see the buckets gleaming, I see the smoke and steaming, I see the fragrant damp. The mourning-dove is cooing, The husky crow is wooing, I hear his raucous vows; The robin's breast is glowing, Warm hues of earth are showing Behind the early plows. I love each April token And every word that's spoken In field or grove or vale, -- The hyla's twilight chorus, The clanging geese that o'er us Keep well the northern trail. Oh, soon with heaping measures The spring will bring her treasures To gladden every breast; The sky with warmth a-beaming, The earth with love a-teaming -- In life itself new zest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILLIAM AND HELEN by GOTTFRIED AUGUST BURGER OUR COUNTRY by JULIA WARD HOWE A QUARTET ('THE MIKADO' AT CAMBRIDGE) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE GODDESS IN THE WOOD by RUPERT BROOKE MAJESTY IN MISERY; OR, AN IMPLORATION TO THE KING OF KINGS by CHARLES I THE STORY SO FAR by JOHN CLARKE (AUSTRALIAN) |