April again! the willow wands are yellow
Rose-red the brambles that the passing wind knows,
Comes a robin's note like the note of a 'cello,
And across the valley, the calling of the crows,--
"April again!"
April again! and the marsh birds swinging
Over the rushes that belong to yester-year;
Silver shines the river, and young lips are singing
Songs as old as Eden--as old and as dear;
"April again!"
April again! with a wet wind blowing,
And along the western sky a pathway of gold;
Sounds a call to follow the road we're not knowing,
A new road--a wild road--o'er fairy lands unrolled,--
"April again!"
April again! with its wonder of gladness,
April with its haunting joy, and swift-stinging tears,--
Month of mist and music, and the old moon-madness,
Month of magic fluting, the spirit only hears,--
"April again!"