The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames. The hedge is gemmed with diamonds, The air with Cupids full, The clews of fairy Rosamonds Guide lovers to the pool. Each dimple in the water, Each leaf that shades the rock, Can cozen, pique, and flatter, Can parley and provoke. Goodfellow, Puck, and goblins Know more than any book; Down with your doleful problems, And court the sunny brook. The south-winds are quick-witted, The schools are sad and slow, The masters quite omitted The lore we care to know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLAMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 1. OFF GIBRALTAR by SARA TEASDALE SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ROBIN ADAIR by CAROLINE KEPPEL THE REFORMER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |