APRIL
FROM “IN MEMORIAM”
Now rings the woodland loud and long,
The distance takes a lovelier hue,
And, drowned in yonder living blue,
The lark becomes a sightless song.
Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,
The flocks are whiter down the vale,
And milkier every milky sail
On winding stream or distant sea;
Where now the seamew pipes, or dives
In yonder greening gleam, and fly
The happy birds, that change their sky
To build and brood; that live their lives
From land to land; and in my breast
Spring wakens, too; and my regret
Becomes an April violet,
And buds and blossoms like the rest.
Wood-Folk Talk
By J. ALLISON ATWOOD