Once more across the frozen hills Comes the premonitory breath Of violets and of daffodils Returning from their masque of death; And barren branches faintly shake To the vibrations of the sun; In the blue sky swift wings awake: The dance of April is begun. Again the evening woods will be Aisles for our trysting feet; again The summer light on land and sea Will make the paths of wonder plain. Belovèd — since the indifferent Powers That shaped our fibres deign to will That one more summer-flush be ours, Ours the bright wave, the flowering hill — Cannot some wisdom from the past Make gay and gentle in its mood This April passage, through the vast Confusions, toward our quietude? — And sense of briefness come to lay Its spell, as might the dreaming moon, On the poor actors in this play That ends so starkly and so soon? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 20 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE OWL (1) by ALFRED TENNYSON THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 2. THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LET NO CHARITABLE HOPE by ELINOR WYLIE THE SCHOOLROOM OF POETS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |