BLUE skies are over Cotswold And April snows go by, The lasses turn their ribbons For April's in the sky, And April is the season When Sabbath girls are dressed, From Rodboro' to Campden, In all their silken best. An ankle is a marvel When first the buds are brown, And not a lass but knows it From Stow to Gloucester town. And not a girl goes walking Along the Cotswold lanes But knows men's eyes in April Are quicker than their brains. It's little that it matters, So long as you're alive, If you're eighteen in April, Or rising sixty-five, When April comes to Amberley With skies of April blue, And Cotswold girls are briding With slyly tilted shoe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 2 by CLARENCE MAJOR CHARLES AUGUSTUS FORTESCUE by HILAIRE BELLOC THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM, THE MURDERER by THOMAS HOOD THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY DROWNED IN HARBOUR by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): AMOR OMNIPOTENS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |