Poems (Linn)/In April
For works with similar titles, see In April.
IN APRIL.
THE snow-drops rising hand in hand Proclaim that spring is here;The willow's silver finger-tips In swamp and wood appear;The bluebird pauses from his work To tell that May is near.
My heart keeps time to merry songs, The songs the gay birds sing;Oh! I could dance for very joy To music of the spring;The gladdest days of all the year Are these that promise bring.
For sweeter far than what we see, The dream of all that is to be.