The roofs are shining from the rain.
The sparrows tritter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree-
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
April
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: rain, spring, tree, brown, save, shining, april, april fools, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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