A BLACK North Wind that chills New leaves and songs scarce sung; It was not so in Aprils When I was young. Thrush-notes and blackbird-trill The blossomy boughs among; All in the leafy Aprils When I was young. Showers on the heavenly hills Rainbow and silver hung; Such tears and smiles were April's When I was young. Small streams and babbling rills, Green ways where gossamers swung; The young lambs leaped in Aprils When I was young. Daisies and daffodils, Primroses newly sprung; Fragrant and fresh the Aprils When I was young. Here in this town that kills, The heart for cold is wrung. It's O for the happy Aprils When I was young! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLOOD HORSE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 38. THE MORROW'S MESSAGE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI RESIGNATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER A VALENTINE FOR HARRY CROSBY by KAY BOYLE PEACE WITH A SWORD by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |