With April here,
And first thin green on the awakening bough,
What wonderful things and dear,
My tired heart to cheer,
At last appear!
Colours of dream afloat on cloud and tree,
So far, so clear,
A spell, a mystery;
And joys that thrill and sing,
New come on mating wing,
The wistfulness and ardour of the spring-
And Thou!
At The Gates Of Spring
Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
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Poem topics: cloud, dream, green, heart, spring, tree, wing, dear, clear, mystery, wonderful, tired, april, april fools, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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