Poems (Jackson)/April (Robins call robins in tops of trees)

by Helen Hunt Jackson

For works with similar titles, see April.

APRIL.

OBINS call robins in tops of trees; Doves follow doves, with scarlet feet;Frolicking babies, sweeter than these, Crowd green corners where highways meet.

Violets stir and arbutus wakes, Claytonia's rosy bells unfold;Dandelion through the meadow makes A royal road, with seals of gold.

Golden and snowy and red the flowers, Golden, snowy, and red in vain;Robins call robins through sad showers; The white dove's feet are wet with rain.

For April sobs while these are so glad, April weeps while these are so gay,—Weeps like a tired child who had, Playing with flowers, lost its way.