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...THE BLIND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE PINES AND THE SEA by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH IN HOSPITAL: 3. INTERIOR by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY MILTON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON THE DANGER OF WAR by GEORGE MEREDITH SIC VITA by HENRY DAVID THOREAU EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 23. SOONER WOUNDED THAN CURED by PHILIP AYRES |