April
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-trills
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!
~~
Katharine Tynan (1861-1931)
from Poems, 1901
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Katharine Tynan biography
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