WOODS IN APRIL
Woods in April! how I love thee!
Just awakened from thy sleep;
When on all the trees about me
Living green begins to peep.—
Just awakened from thy sleep;
When on all the trees about me
Living green begins to peep.—
And the robins blithely calling
To each other 'mong the trees,—
Then like brown leaves, softly falling,
Down they flutter through the breeze:
To each other 'mong the trees,—
Then like brown leaves, softly falling,
Down they flutter through the breeze:
Running lightly o'er the mosses,—
Pulling worms from out the ground,
Which about each lightly tosses;
Then a dart and whirring sound
Pulling worms from out the ground,
Which about each lightly tosses;
Then a dart and whirring sound
Tells me they have fled to labor
On their cozy nests somewhere:
Near enough for them to neighbor—
Both on stormy days and fair.
On their cozy nests somewhere:
Near enough for them to neighbor—
Both on stormy days and fair.
Woods in April! how I love thee!
When spring-beauties spread a wave
Of pink blossoms all about me
Like a great cathedral nave.
When spring-beauties spread a wave
Of pink blossoms all about me
Like a great cathedral nave.
Piled among the stumps in masses
And among the roots of trees,
Where each chilly breeze that passes
Rocks a million bells with ease.
And among the roots of trees,
Where each chilly breeze that passes
Rocks a million bells with ease.
Dainty blossoms, how I love them!
Nestling all about my feet:
Each is like a lovely thought gem
Crowded full of memories sweet:
Nestling all about my feet:
Each is like a lovely thought gem
Crowded full of memories sweet:
Filled with memories of childhood—
Full of dreamy innocence,—
When within another wildwood
I first saw thy countenance.
Full of dreamy innocence,—
When within another wildwood
I first saw thy countenance.
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