We bid you joyous welcome, Fair daughter of the spring, O, lovely lady April, What wondrous gifts you bring. Thy fresh and haunting beauty, With the magic of a dream, Hath won the frozen waters And loosed the singing stream. Thy fairy hand that beckons All winged bards on high, Hath waved a mystic baton To the minstrels of the sky. And out across the moorlands, Where heath and hillock meet, The drenched earth bestirs anew Beneath thy fairy feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS |