Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/April

For other versions of this work, see April (L. E. L.).

Literary Gazette, 5th April 1823, Page 219


Of all the months that fill the year
    Give April's month to me,
For earth and sky are then so filled
    With sweet variety!

The apple-blossoms' shower of pearl,
    The pear-tree's rosier hue,
As beautiful as Woman's blush,
    As evanescent too.

The purple light, that like a sigh
    Comes from the violet bed,
As there the perfumes of the East
    Had all their odours shed.

The wild-briar rose, a fragrant cup
    To hold the morning's tear;
The birds-eye, like a sapphire star,
    The primrose, pale like fear.

The balls that hang like drifted snow
    Upon the guelderose,
The woodbine's fairy trumpets, where
    The elf his war-note blows.

On every bough there is a bud,
    In every bud a flower;
But scarcely bud or flower will last
    Beyond the present hour.

Now comes a shower-cloud o'er the sky,
    Then all again sunshine;
Then clouds again, but brightened with
    The rainbow's coloured line.

Aye, this, this is the month for me!
    I could not love a scene
Where the blue sky was always blue,
    The green earth always green.

It is like love; oh love should be
    An ever-changing thing,—
The love that I could worship must
    Be ever on the wing.

The chain my mistress flings round me
    Must be both brief and bright;
Or formed of opals, which will change
    With every changing light.

To-morrow she must turn to sighs
    The smiles she wore to-day;
This moment's look of tenderness
    The next one must be gay.

Sweet April! thou the emblem art
    Of what my love must be;
One varying like the varying bloom
    Is just the love for me. L. E. L.