FOR weeks the languid southern wind had blown, Fraught with Floridian balm; thro' winter skies We seemed to catch the smile of April's eyes; A queenly waif, from her far temperate zone Wayfaring -- half bewildered and alone, Yet, by the delicate fervor of her grace, And the arch beauty of her changeful face, Making an alien empire all her own. So day by day that sweet usurper's reign Gladdened the world. One eve the south wind sighed Her soft soul out; the north wind raved instead; All night he raved; when morning dawned again, Winter, rethroned, looked down with scornful pride Where April, dying, bowed her golden head! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN: A FRAGMENT by THOMAS GRAY INTROSPECTIVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE NEW SIRENS: A PALINODE by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNET TO THE SEA SERPENT by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |