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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 SONNET: 55 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PAN IN WALL STREET by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN WYATT BEING IN PRISON, TO BRIAN by THOMAS WYATT NATHAHNI AND SOYAZHE by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS CORRESPONDENCES by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE BELINDA'S RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS by WILLIAM BROOME MAIDS AND MUSHROOMS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN A WORLD WITHOUT WATER by MARY ANN BROWNE A VERSION OF THE OSSIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |
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