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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
APRIL, by OBADIAH CYRUS AURINGER First Line: Weary at heart with winter yesterday Last Line: Turned blithely up the valley with a song. | |||
WEARY at heart with winter yesterday, I sought the fields for something green to see, Some budded turf or mossbank quietly Uncovered in the sweet familiar way. Crossing a pasture slope that sunward lay, I suddenly surprised beneath a tree A girlish creature who at sight of me Sprang up all wild with daintiest dismay. "Stay, pretty one!" I cried, -- "who art thou, pray?" Mid tears and freaks of pettish misery, And sighing, "I am April," answered she; "I rear the field flowers for my sister May." Then with an arch laugh sidewise, clear and strong, Turned blithely up the valley with a song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLIGHT OF THE WAR-EAGLE by OBADIAH CYRUS AURINGER PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT by EMMA LAZARUS PLEASURE MIXED WITH PAIN by THOMAS WYATT THE DESERTED LOVER CONSOLETH HIMSELF ... by THOMAS WYATT A TOUCH OF NATURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO THE SHAH (1) by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI |
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