Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/April

by Florence Earle Coates

For other versions of this work, see April (Coates).

APRIL

SWELLING bud and fond suggestion,
Wafting of perfume,
Tearful rapture, thrilling question
Of restraint or bloom,
Life all dreamlessly asleeping,
As in death, but now,
Upward to the sunlight creeping,—
April, that is thou!

Mystery's authentic dwelling,
Faith's expanding wing,
Maiden loveliness foretelling
Fuller blossoming,
Prophet of the new creation,
Priestess of the bough,
Month of the imagination,—
April, that is thou!