April!

April Again

April again! the willow wands are yellow

Rose-red the brambles that the passing wind knows,

Comes a robin's note like the note of a 'cello,

And across the valley, the calling of the crows,--

'April again!'

April again! and the marsh birds swinging

Over the rushes that belong to yester-year;

Silver shines the river, and young lips are singing

Songs as old as Eden--as old and as dear;

'April again!'

April again! with a wet wind blowing,

And along the western sky a pathway of gold;

Sounds a call to follow the road we're not knowing,

A new road--a wild road--o'er fairy lands unrolled,--

'April again!'

April again! with its wonder of gladness,

April with its haunting joy, and swift-stinging tears,--

Month of mist and music, and the old moon-madness,

Month of magic fluting, the spirit only hears,--

'April again!'

--Virna Sheard