So beautiful it is, this April dusk, This quiet twilight after wistful rain, That everything is breathless, lest it stir The mystery that haunts this meadow lane. A hush is clinging to the hallowed air. I hear the murmur of the looms of Spring. I see the testament of leaf and grass; And glory lurk in every simple thing! Until I think, within this wistful dusk, Within this miracle of bud and tree, Heaven must be a land of haunted lanes, Where April blossoms out eternally! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAY MAGNIFICAT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE WARNING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW UPON HIS PICTURE by THOMAS RANDOLPH THE WATERFALL by HENRY VAUGHAN THE FLIGHT OF THE GODDESS by CELIA THAXTER THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): JASON'S SOWING AND REAPING by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MOURNER'S CONSOLED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |