Poems (Tynan)/April
For works with similar titles, see April.
MANY MOODS
APRIL
A black North Wind that chills New leaves and songs scarce sung; It was not so in Aprils When I was young.
Thrush-notes and blackbird-trills The blossomy boughs among; All in the leafy Aprils When I was young.
Showers on the heavenly hills Rainbow and silver hung; Such tears and smiles were April's When I was young.
Small streams and babbling rills, Green ways where gossamers swung; The young lambs leaped in Aprils When I was young.
Daisies and daffodils, Primroses newly sprung; Fragrant and fresh the Aprils When I was young.
Here in this town that kills, The heart for cold is wrung. It 's O for the happy Aprils When I was young!