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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 THE RESOLVE by ALEXANDER BROME SONNET: 46 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN GENTLEMEN-RANKERS by RUDYARD KIPLING A WINTER WISH by ROBERT HINCKLEY MESSINGER ECHO [OR, ECHOES] by THOMAS MOORE ON LAYING THE CORNER-STONE OF THE BUNKER HILL MOMUMENT by JOHN PIERPONT CHORUS OF A SONG THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY ALBERT CHEVALIER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |
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