It is April by the river! Here, the misty air's aquiver With the scents and calls of spring: Hosts of meadow larks and redwings Bubble joy from reeds and fenceposts; And the glory that is sifting Through the rain sets orchards drifting, Drifting down the shadowed stream; Here, the mossy, rotten fences Are as magic runes of beauty Scrawled by sunlight on the river Tremulent and all ashiver From the rain's long, slanting sting; While that plain, red barn, inverted, Like a huge king-opal flashes Rapturous fires to my senses. Through my soul, God, send the gleam That has changed the barn's harsh brilliance To the lovesome, rippling laughter Of that jewel in the stream! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 25 by JAMES JOYCE JANGLING MEMORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD EVENING SONG OF THE THOUGHTFUL CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ETERNITY BLUES by HAYDEN CARRUTH AGAINST THE REST OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN |