“April weather, rain and sunshine both together"
“Come forth ye blossoms over hill and lea
A breathe of sweetness wantons a=with the sea
And mid the smiles and tears of tender spring
On dripping boughs I heard the throstle sing
Ye cups and stars that strew the fair, green
field
Ye wings of gold the prickly gorses yield
Ye pensive bells to purple pageants born
Ye milk-white may-buds of the mantling thorn
Ye violet
gems and eyes of sapphire blue
Wan, flushing wind flowers and shy elfin crew
Of every crannied wall, -come forth and fling
Your vernal showers around me while I sing”
-E. M. Holden
“Soon
o’er their heads blithe April airs shall sing
A
thousand wild flowers round them shall unfold
The
green buds glisten in the dews of spring
And
all be vernal rapture as of old”
-J. Keble
The
young lambs are bleating in the meadows
The
young birds are chirping in the nest
The
young fawns are playing with the shadows
The
young flowers are blowing toward the west
Go
out children from the mine and from the city
Sing
out children as the little thrushes do
Pluck
your handfuls of the meadow-cowslips pretty
Laugh
aloud to feel your fingers let them through
-The Cry of the Children, E. B. Browning
Again the blackbirds sings; the streams Wake,
laughing, from their winter dreams,
And tremble in the April showers
The tassels of the maple flowers.
laughing, from their winter dreams,
And tremble in the April showers
The tassels of the maple flowers.
“I love the season well when forest glades are teeming with
bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms.”
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms.”
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day!”
“The first of April, some do say Is set apart for
All Fools' day;
But why the people call it so, Nor I, nor they themselves, do know.”
But why the people call it so, Nor I, nor they themselves, do know.”
“Now the noisy winds are still; April's coming up
the hill!
All the spring is in her train, Led by shining ranks of rain;
Pit, pat, patter, clatter, Sudden sun and clatter patter! . . . .
All things ready with a will, April's coming up the hill!”
All the spring is in her train, Led by shining ranks of rain;
Pit, pat, patter, clatter, Sudden sun and clatter patter! . . . .
All things ready with a will, April's coming up the hill!”
“A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew,
A cloud, and a rainbow's warning,
Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue--
An April day in the morning.”
A cloud, and a rainbow's warning,
Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue--
An April day in the morning.”
“Make me over, Mother April, When the sap begins to
stir!
When thy flowery hand delivers All the mountain-prisoned rivers,
And thy great heart beats and quivers, To revive the days that were.”
When thy flowery hand delivers All the mountain-prisoned rivers,
And thy great heart beats and quivers, To revive the days that were.”
“The lyric sound of laughter Fills all the April
hills
The joy-song of the crocus, The mirth of daffodils.”
The joy-song of the crocus, The mirth of daffodils.”
