Pony Party, ‘An April Day’

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.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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    • Robyn on April 14, 2008 at 15:10

    …how much a wad was worth.

    We had two days in the 70s this past week and are now back to the 50s for a couple.  Then we slowly improve.  Which is a good thing, since it is cherry blossom week.

  1. urges that make one feel unsettled and restless

    more forward moving

    looking really trying to find something

    yeah. i think we get a bit of new life too… spring pulls us away from ourselves and out into its world

  2. It’s what makes me glad to be alive – every spring, without

    fail…

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