APRIL
1
In April time, flowers come like dreams;—
The nightingales, and cuckoo's sing,—
The may-fly setling on the streams,
Makes wrinkles with its russet wing:—
The rivers sedge is sprouting green,
The mare-blobs are in burnished gold,
The daisies spread about the green,
And all is lovely to behold.—
2
The skylark winnows in the air,
And cheers the valley with his song;
The slopes are green, the scene is fair,
And herd-boys whistle all day long.
The ash tree's they are full of flower,
The fallen ones float on the stream;
The sun through haze like misty shower,
Shines warmly on the lovely scene.
3
The meadows they are emerald green,
The river sparkles with the light;—
Like snow storms are the orchard seen;—
The fields are with daisies white,
The buttercups are buds of green;—
That bye-and bye-are flowers of Gold,
The fields look warm, the air serene,
And all is lovely to behold.
4
'Tis spring the april of the year,
The holiday of birds and flowers,
Some build ere yet the leaves appear,
While others wait for safer hours:—
Hid in green leaves that shun the shower,
They're safe and happy all along—
The meanest weed now finds a flower,
The simplest bird will learn a song.
