OH, hush, my heart, and take thine ease, For here is April weather! The daffodils beneath the trees Are all a-row together. The thrush is back with his old note; The scarlet tulip blowing; And white -- ay, white as my love's throat -- The dogwood boughs are growing. The lilac bush is sweet again; Down every wind that passes, Fly flakes from hedgerow and from lane; The bees are in the grasses. And Grief goes out, and Joy comes in, And Care is but a feather; And every lad his love can win, For here is April weather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TIPPERARY: 2. AS THE TRANSLATORS WOULD HAVE INTERLINED IT . . . by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LILIES: 28. NOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE VIERZIDE CHAIRS by WILLIAM BARNES CARTOONS OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION by STIRLING BOWEN KING VICTOR EMANUEL ENTERS FLORENCE, APRIL, 1860 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |