FOR weeks the languid southern wind had blown, Fraught with Floridian balm; thro' winter skies We seemed to catch the smile of April's eyes; A queenly waif, from her far temperate zone Wayfaring -- half bewildered and alone, Yet, by the delicate fervor of her grace, And the arch beauty of her changeful face, Making an alien empire all her own. So day by day that sweet usurper's reign Gladdened the world. One eve the south wind sighed Her soft soul out; the north wind raved instead; All night he raved; when morning dawned again, Winter, rethroned, looked down with scornful pride Where April, dying, bowed her golden head! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FARM CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONG OF THE CHATTAHOOCHEE by SIDNEY LANIER MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON THE VOYAGE by CAROLINE ATHERTON BRIGGS MASON RECOMPENSE by JESSE M. BALL ALLEN |