 | Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas |  |
APRIL
Ba.Then laugheth the year; with flowers the meads are bright;
The bursting branches are tipped with flames of light:
The landscape is light; the dark clouds flee above,
And the shades of the land are a blue that is deep as love.
The bursting branches are tipped with flames of light:
The landscape is light; the dark clouds flee above,
And the shades of the land are a blue that is deep as love.
| Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | |