APRIL.
135
Of lowly meadow growths; the willows wrap
Their stems in furry white; the pines grow gray
A little in the biting wind; mid-day
Brings tiny burrowed creatures, peeping out
Alert for sun.
Ah March! we know thou art
Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats,
And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!
Their stems in furry white; the pines grow gray
A little in the biting wind; mid-day
Brings tiny burrowed creatures, peeping out
Alert for sun.
Ah March! we know thou art
Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats,
And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!
APRIL.
OBINS call robins in tops of trees;Doves follow doves, with scarlet feet;
Frolicking babies, sweeter than these,
Crowd green corners where highways meet.
Violets stir and arbutus wakes,
Claytonia's rosy bells unfold;
Dandelion through the meadow makes
A royal road, with seals of gold.
Claytonia's rosy bells unfold;
Dandelion through the meadow makes
A royal road, with seals of gold.
Golden and snowy and red the flowers,
Golden, snowy, and red in vain;
Robins call robins through sad showers;
The white dove's feet are wet with rain.
Golden, snowy, and red in vain;
Robins call robins through sad showers;
The white dove's feet are wet with rain.
For April sobs while these are so glad,
April weeps while these are so gay,—
Weeps like a tired child who had,
Playing with flowers, lost its way.
April weeps while these are so gay,—
Weeps like a tired child who had,
Playing with flowers, lost its way.
