 | [Poems by Thaxter in] Silhouettes And Songs illustrative of the months |  |
[How better far than a golden floor]
How better far than a golden floorThe children find the bare earth once more!
The frost had locked it so safe and fast,
But April has found the key at last;
Her warm hand has unlocked it all,
And here are treasures for great and small!
The snow no longer our business stops,
Plenty of room now for marbles and tops!
And, children, when you are tired of play,
Come over the fields to the woods away,
Where sweet at sunset the hyla sings,
Like a quaint brown bird that has lost its wings.
Come to the brook where the cowslips stout
Their broad bright leaves push bravely out.
Listen, the robin is calling loud;
Look at his gay red breast so proud!
Feel how the wind blows soft and warm,—
Who would believe it could bluster and storm!
The days are growing so still and fair,
'Tis pleasant only to breathe the air;
And life is lovely in field or street,
For beauty springs beneath April's feet.
Celia Thaxter.
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