HERE comes April! filmy-fair, Green of cap and kirtle, Silver dew-drops in her hair And a sprig of myrtle. Here comes April up the land, Irish as Killarney, Subject to no man's command, Proof against his blarney. Smiles or tears she wears at will; Often she's "desateful," But what gifts she's pleased to spill Take them and be grateful! No directing mortal hands Touch this quaint equation; She is Irish, and demands Self-determination. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS PSALM 121 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE DEAD PAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN MYRRHA by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI |