IF I were gusty April now, How I would blow at laughing Rose; I'd make her ribbons slip their knots, And all her hair come loose. If I were merry April now, How I would pelt her cheeks with showers; I'd make carnations, rich and warm, Of her vermilion flowers. Since she will laugh in April's face, No matter how he rains or blows -- Then O that I wild April were, To play with laughing Rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INDIAN EMPEROR: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN RETRIBUTION by FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU QUATRAIN: OMAR KHAYYAM (AFTER FITZGERALD) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ADOLESCENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT POSTHUMOUS by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS APPREHENSION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |