Rivers to the Sea (Collection)/April

by Sara Teasdale

For works with similar titles, see April.

 

APRIL

The roofs are shining from the rain,
⁠The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
⁠The little clouds go by.

Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
⁠With only one unchanging tree—
I could not be so sure of Spring
⁠Save that it sings in me.