APRIL of the shining tresses, Tearful mouth, and laughing eyes! Where the budding wildernesses Wait the swallow's glad surprise, Where the slender Larch's tender Green is new and neat, Most folk set you; Yet I've met you In Throgmorton Street! When the City pigeon's cooing Takes a soft domestic note, When the daffodil is doing Duty in the broker's coat, When through highway, Court and byway, Gusts and sunshine range, And the racing Clouds are chasing Over the Exchange; What if rates be flat or firmer, What if prices fill or back, If I hear your sunny murmur Of a four days' Easter slack, Of absconding, Vagabonding From the Street's grim aisle, While its chill stones, Mammon's millstones, Cease to grind awhile! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO PROMENADES SENTIMENTALES: 1. RAIN by EDITH SITWELL A CORONAL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA by SAMUEL HAWKINS MARSHALL BYERS RECONCILIATION by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL WHERE GO THE BOATS? by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |