April

'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a bird
In the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;
For green meadow-grasses wide levels of snow,
And blowing of drifts where the crocus should blow;
Where wind-flower and violet, amber and white,
On south-sloping brooksides should smile in the light,
O'er the cold winter-beds of their late-waking roots
The frosty flake eddies, the ice-crystal shoots;
And, longing for light, under wind-driven heaps,
Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps,
Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers,
With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers
We wait for thy coming, sweet wind of the south!
For the touch of thy light wings, the kiss of thy mouth;
For the yearly evangel thou bearest from God,
Resurrection and life to the graves of the sod!
Up our long river-valley, for days, have not ceased
The wail and the shriek of the bitter northeast,
Raw and chill, as if winnowed through ices and snow,
All the way from the land of the wild Esquimau,
Until all our dreams of the land of the blest,
Like that red hunter's, turn to the sunny southwest.
O soul of the spring-time, its light and its breath,
Bring warmth to this coldness, bring life to this death;
Renew the great miracle; let us behold
The stone from the mouth of the sepulchre rolled,
And Nature, like Lazarus, rise, as of old!
Let our faith, which in darkness and coldness has lain,
Revive with the warmth and the brightness again,
And in blooming of flower and budding of tree
The symbols and types of our destiny see;
The life of the spring-time, the life of the whole,
And, as sun to the sleeping earth, love to the soul!

by John Greenleaf Whittier

Comments (7)

Let our faith which in darkness and coldness has lain, Revive with the warmth and brightness again(in the spring) Beautiful and meaningful poem on april and spring.
A person has to really study nature to know all these things about flowers and vines and trees in the spring- -___] wind-flower and violet, amber and white, On south-sloping brooksides should smile in the light, O'er the cold winter-beds of their late-waking roots - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ] you have to get up close and personal to nature to know these tidbits.... and then his poem is written so smoothly, so happily, about the spirituality of the season
a lovely poem with beautiful images of spring, but i don't like the robot voice reading it.
Beautiful thoughts. The juncture of winter passing and spring's arrival invoked with such beauty of rhythm and rhymes. It truly arises deep emotions of love and reverend towards Nature.
What a beautiful description of early Spring - not quite here, but almost! Well I know the feeling! I particularly was inspired by the lines 'the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers'. His words bring out the spiritualism of the season's changes.
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