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 STATUE AND THE BUST by ROBERT BROWNING THE RAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE FISHERMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SEASONS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS THE POET by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: SONNET 25. 'SOMETHING WAS WANTING' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |