I went up the avenue In the April shine, Many and many a man passed, But not one was mine. I turned to pray in a church And from the tall choir Men's voices were ringing Clear as fire. "Let me go home," I said, "There, all alone I will read a dull book As still as a stone; "Home is the place for me On an April day -- There I can lock the door And keep spring away." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE THE GENERAL PUBLIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |