DLTK's Poems
An April Day
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 the pleasant woods, and colored wings
Glance quick
in the 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.
