I went up the avenue In the April shine, Many and many a man passed, But not one was mine. I turned to pray in a church And from the tall choir Men's voices were ringing Clear as fire. "Let me go home," I said, "There, all alone I will read a dull book As still as a stone; "Home is the place for me On an April day -- There I can lock the door And keep spring away." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VOICES OF THE AIR by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JACOB GODBEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |