Sunday, April 2, 2017

APRIL, a poem

SWELLING bud and fond suggestion,
     Wafting of perfume,
Tearful rapture, thrilling question
     Of restraint or bloom,
Life all dreamlessly asleeping,
     As in death, but now,
Upward to the sunlight creeping,—
     April, that is thou!

Mystery's authentic dwelling,
     Faith's expanding wing,
Maiden loveliness foretelling
     Fuller blossoming,
Prophet of the new creation,
     Priestess of the bough,
Month of the imagination,—
     April, that is thou!
"April" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in Lippincott's Monthly Magazine (April 1908), Lyrics of Life (1909) and Poems (1916) Volume II.

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