Lady April when you're dancing, O'er the earth with joyous tread, Take me back if but in fancy, Through the years so swiftly sped. Take me, through the woods with blue bells, Through the meadows starred with flowers, By the primrose bordered river, Lovely as the fairies' bowers. Where the tiny snow drop lingers, In some hidden woodland dell. And the sap of life is stirring, Over hill and moor and fell. April, do you still remember, How the fairies danced and sang, To the music of Pan's piping, How the very woodland rang? From these mountains' snowy grandeur, From the desert's sunset glow, Take me back if but in dreaming, To the spot where blue bells grow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS BERNARDO DEL CARPIO by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS OLD IRONSIDES by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES AT THE CANNON'S MOUTH by HERMAN MELVILLE THE EVE OF BUNKER HILL [JUNE 16, 1775] by CLINTON SCOLLARD TO WALTER LIONEL DE ROTHSCHILD ON HIS BAR-MITZVAH by LOUIS BARNETT ABRAHAMS |