Lady April when you're dancing, O'er the earth with joyous tread, Take me back if but in fancy, Through the years so swiftly sped. Take me, through the woods with blue bells, Through the meadows starred with flowers, By the primrose bordered river, Lovely as the fairies' bowers. Where the tiny snow drop lingers, In some hidden woodland dell. And the sap of life is stirring, Over hill and moor and fell. April, do you still remember, How the fairies danced and sang, To the music of Pan's piping, How the very woodland rang? From these mountains' snowy grandeur, From the desert's sunset glow, Take me back if but in dreaming, To the spot where blue bells grow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD STANZAS FOR MUSIC (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE LAST TOURNAMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON ADVICE TO THE REVERENDS ON THEIR PREACHING SLOWLY by JOHN BYROM |