All that we know of April is her way Of coming on the world through gentle springs, Turning the hedge a whitening line of spray, Staining the grass with shivered, golden things. She has a way of rain against the sun, Of moonlit orchards, ghostly white and still, And the slow, silver coming, one by one, Of burning stars above a purple hill. And this is all we know of such as she, These shining names she leaves for us to call: The whitening hedge, the showery apple tree, And golden jonquils gathering by a wall. . . . All that we know of April is her way, And these bright legends we have learned to say. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUEBIRD by EMILY DICKINSON ON THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST by WILLIAM DUNBAR CURFEW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SAMSON AGONISTES by JOHN MILTON STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1726-7 by JONATHAN SWIFT |