Now clap your hands together, For this is April weather, And love again is born; The west wind is caressing, The turf to your feet are pressing Is thrilling to the morn. To see the grass a-greening, To find each day new meaning, In sky and tree and ground; To see the waters glisten, To linger long, and listen To every waking sound! To feel your nerves a-tingle By grackle's strident jingle Or starling's brooky call, Or phoebe's salutation, Or sparrow's proclamation Atop the garden wall! The maple trees are thrilling, Their eager juices spilling In many a sugar-camp. I see the buckets gleaming, I see the smoke and steaming, I see the fragrant damp. The mourning-dove is cooing, The husky crow is wooing, I hear his raucous vows; The robin's breast is glowing, Warm hues of earth are showing Behind the early plows. I love each April token And every word that's spoken In field or grove or vale, -- The hyla's twilight chorus, The clanging geese that o'er us Keep well the northern trail. Oh, soon with heaping measures The spring will bring her treasures To gladden every breast; The sky with warmth a-beaming, The earth with love a-teaming -- In life itself new zest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO THE JOHNS HOPKINS UNIVERSITY by SIDNEY LANIER A MODEST LOVE; SONG by EDWARD DYER TO FINE LADY WOULD-BE by BEN JONSON THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S-NEST by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GROWN-UP by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE PITY OF THE LEAVES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |