Poems (Allen)/April Snow
O, the white wonder born of night! The earth reclaims her banished grace, As Winter, pausing in his flight, Flings back his snow in April's face.
APRIL SNOW.
O, the white wonder born of night! The earth reclaims her banished grace, As Winter, pausing in his flight, Flings back his snow in April's face. Heavy with ruddy buds, the trees Shake off the light flakes, while belowRejoicing, the beholder sees The young grass peeping through the snow.
In the brown elms a robin sings To the chill air a summer tune,—Fanning the snow-wreaths with his wings, He laughs a prophecy of June.
O for the robin's faith to-day, To look beyond these showery glooms, Where, 'mid the sunny locks of May, Are lilac-spires and apple-blooms!