In the blue mystery of the April woods, Thy spirit now Makes musical the rainbird's interludes, And pink the peach-tree bough. In the new birth of all things bright and fair, 'Tis only thou Art very April, glory, light and air, And joy and ardour now! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A FAIR BEGGAR by PHILIP AYRES THREE MOMENTS IN PARIS: 1. ONE O'CLOCK AT NIGHT by MINA LOY EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by MATTHEW PRIOR THE SONG OF THE MOUTH-ORGAN by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE BEAUTY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING CONSTANTINOPLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 40 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |