As birds are fain to build their nest The first soft sunny day, So longing wakens in my breast A month before the May, When now the wind is from the West, And Winter melts away. The snow lies yet on Eildon Hill, And soft the breezes blow. If melting snows the waters fill, We nothing heed the snow, But we must up and take our will,- A-fishing we will go! Below the branches brown and bare, Beneath the primrose lea, The trout lies waiting for his fare, A happy trout is he; He's hooked and springs and splashes there Like salmon from the sea! Oh, April tide's a pleasant tide, However times may fall, And sweet to welcome Spring, the Bride, You hear the mavis call; But all adown the water-side The Spring's most fair of all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTELLECT by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE: THE POWER OF MUSIC by SAMUEL LISLE CREDO by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TRACT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SKETCH OF AN OCCURRENCE ON BOARD A BRIG by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THEMISTA'S REPROOF by RICHARD BRATHWAITE A RAIN-DREAM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MY SWEET LITTLE BABY, WHAT MEANEST THOU TO CRY? by WILLIAM BYRD |