Category: Poetry
An April sun with April showers Had burst the buds of lagging flowers; From their fresh leaves the violets’ eyes Mirrored the deep blue of the skies; The daffodils, in clustering ranks, Fringed with their spears the garden banks, And with the blooms I love so well Their paper...
An April sun with April showers Had burst the buds of lagging flowers; From their fresh leaves the violets’ eyes Mirrored the deep blue of the skies; The daffodils, in clusterin...
2. Part 2I picked an apple from the ground, A perfect apple, red and round. Its spicy perfume shy and sweet, Stole from the ground beneath my feet, Borne on a wind that lightly flew, Thr...