April / Jane G. Austin

April

            Nay, laughing April, stay,
            And while I clasp thee, say:

Art thou a child whose wanton will
    Holds no deep wells of true desire?
Art thou a maid, ay, sweet and chill,
    Whose argent moon beams frozen fire?

She smiles, and weeps, and smiles again,
    Yet knows not why she smiles or weeps,
Unless o'er changeful hearts of men
    By charm of change her hold she keeps.

O changeful heart that cannot rest
    Because it seeks for something higher,
Scaling the heights to stand confessed,
    This is not yet what I desire.

For still beyond our feet or eyes
    In awful sheen there soars a crest.
On that dread height contentment lies,
    Come life, come death, I there will rest!

And so we pass within the cloud
    That hides the topmost mountain range,
And hidden in its frozen shroud,
    "We shall not die, but we shall change."

            So tearful April fies,
            Drawn up to summer skies.

~~
Jane G. Austin (1831-1894)
from Through the Year with the Poets: April, 1886

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Thomson200, Allatoona Mountains seen from Kennesaw Mountain, April 2017 (detail).

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