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