I can't tell you - but you feel it - Nor can you tell me - Saints, with ravished slate and pencil Solve our April Day! Sweeter than a vanished frolic From a vanished green! Swifter than the hoofs of Horsemen Round a Ledge of dream! Modest, let us walk among it With our faces veiled - As they say polite Archangels Do in meeting God! Not for me - to prate about it! Not for you - to say To some fashionable Lady "Charming April Day"! Rather - Heaven's "Peter Parley"! By which Children slow To sublimer Recitation Are prepared to go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVERYONE KNOWS WHOM THE SAVED ENVY by JAMES GALVIN ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN SAPPHIC SUICIDE NOTE by JAMES GALVIN TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: REV. LEMUEL WILEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |