Poems (Tynan)/April

by Katharine Tynan

For works with similar titles, see April.

MANY MOODS

APRIL

A black North Wind that chills
 New leaves and songs scarce sung;
It was not so in Aprils
 When I was young.

Thrush-notes and blackbird-trills
 The blossomy boughs among;
All in the leafy Aprils
 When I was young.

Showers on the heavenly hills
 Rainbow and silver hung;
Such tears and smiles were April's
 When I was young.

Small streams and babbling rills,
 Green ways where gossamers swung;
The young lambs leaped in Aprils
 When I was young.

Daisies and daffodils,
 Primroses newly sprung;
Fragrant and fresh the Aprils
 When I was young.

Here in this town that kills,
 The heart for cold is wrung.
It 's O for the happy Aprils
 When I was young!