An April Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Richard Mitchley - Pop
An April Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again 'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs The first flower of the plain I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming-on of storms From the earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives; Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold The drooping tree revives The softly-warbled song Comes from thе pleasant woods, and colored wings Glance quick in thе bright sun, that moves along The forest openings When the bright sunset fills The silver woods with light, the green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills And wide the upland glows And when the eve is born In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far Is hollowed out and the moon dips her horn And twinkles many a star Inverted in the tide Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw And the fair trees look over, side by side And see themselves below Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought Life's golden fruit is shed
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- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow