OH, hush, my heart, and take thine ease, For here is April weather! The daffodils beneath the trees Are all a-row together. The thrush is back with his old note; The scarlet tulip blowing; And white -- ay, white as my love's throat -- The dogwood boughs are growing. The lilac bush is sweet again; Down every wind that passes, Fly flakes from hedgerow and from lane; The bees are in the grasses. And Grief goes out, and Joy comes in, And Care is but a feather; And every lad his love can win, For here is April weather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPOSTULATION by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE LAYS OF FRANCE: SONG (2) by MARIE DE FRANCE JEWISH HYMN IN BABYLON by HENRY HART MILMAN THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM THE JEWISH MARTYRS by W. V. B. LILIES: 27. THE WAVE-TOSSED VESSEL by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A COLD TEMPERAMENT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |