WHEN April woke the drowsy flowers, And vagrant odors thronged the breeze, And bluebirds wrangled in the bowers, And daisies flashed along the leas, And faint arbutus strove among Dead winter's leaf-strewn wreck to rise, And nature's sweetly jubilant song Went murmuring up the sunny skies, Into this cheerful world you came, And gained by right your vernal name. I think the springs have changed of late, For "Arctics" are my daily wear, The skies are turned to cold gray slate, And zephyrs are but draughts of air; But you make up whate'er we lack, When we, too rarely, come together, More potent than the almanac, You bring the ideal April weather; When you are with us we defy The blustering air, the lowering sky; In spite of Winter's icy darts, We've spring and sunshine in our hearts. In fine, upon this April day, This deep conundrum I will bring: Tell me the two good reasons, pray, I have, to say you are like spring? [You give it up?] Because we love you -- And see so very little of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIVE EYES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE HOMECOMING by THOMAS HARDY MOON-BRIGHT DREAMS by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS PATTY MORGAN THE MILKMAID'S STORY: 'LOOK AT THE CLOCK!' by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |