 | Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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“NOW THE NOISY WINDS ARE STILL.”
Now the noisy winds are still;April 's coming up the hill!
All the spring is in her train,
Led by shining ranks of rain;
Pit, pat, patter, clatter,
Sudden sun, and clatter, patter!—
First the blue, and then the shower;
Bursting bud, and smiling flower;
Brooks set free with tinkling ring;
Birds too full of song to sing;
Crisp old leaves astir with pride,
Where the timid violets hide,—
All things ready with a will,—
April 's coming up the hill!
| Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge | |