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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
YOUNG APRIL, by EDWARD F. MORRILL
First Line: The tall pines stretch to deepening sky
Last Line: Maine children love young april still!
Subject(s): April; Pine Trees; Trees
First Line: The tall pines stretch to deepening sky
Last Line: Maine children love young april still!
Subject(s): April; Pine Trees; Trees
The tall pines stretch to deepening sky
Of April day in Maine, and I,
Like Omar, fling my penitence
Aside and cry:
O country of my long-dead sires --
Blossom madly! Renew the fires
Of hopes that with your winter die!
Dissolving earth now feels the drive
Of certain plow; all things alive
Are quivering in pregnant earth
For hasty birth.
O Fathers sleeping on the hill --
You knew this pulsing throb and thrill!
This slash of rain, late bite of frost;
The patter of grain from the sower tossed;
The inebriate smell of dew-soaked pine
And berry vine.
My Fathers sleeping on the hill --
Maine children love Young April still!
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