@3"C'était en Avril, le Dimanche."@1—@3Pailleron@1 'TWAS April; 'twas Sunday; the day was fair,— Yes! sunny and fair. And how happy was I! You wore the white dress you loved to wear; And two little flowers were hid in your hair— Yes! in your hair— On that day—gone by! We sat on the moss; it was shady and dry; Yes! shady and dry; And we sat in the shadow. We looked at the leaves, we looked at the sky; We looked at the brook which bubbled near by,— Yes! bubbled near by, Through the quiet meadow. A bird sang on the swinging vine,— Yes! on the vine,— And then,—sang not; I took your little white hand in mine; 'Twas April; 'twas Sunday; 'twas warm sun-shine,— Yes! warm sunshine: Have you forgot? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TUNICA PALLIO PROPRIOR by MARIANNE MOORE TO CERTAIN JOURNEYMEN by CARL SANDBURG THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE PAST AND PRESENT by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by MATTHEW PRIOR ISAAC AND ARCHIBALD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 3. ON WASHING by JOHN ARMSTRONG |