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APRIL RAIN
Mathilde Blind [1841-1896]
The April rain, the April rain,
Comes slanting down
in fitful showers,
Then from the furrow shoots the grain,
And banks are
edged with nestling flowers;
And in gray shaw and woodland bowers
The
cuckoo through the April rain
Calls once again.
The April sun, the April sun,
Glints through the rain in fitful
splendor,
And in gray shaw and woodland dun
The little leaves spring forth
and tender
Their infant hands, yet weak and slender,
For warmth towards
the April sun,
One after one.
And between shower and shine hath birth
The rainbow's evanescent
glory;
Heaven's light that breaks on mist of earth!
Frail symbol of our
human story,
It flowers through showers where, looming hoary,
The
rain-clouds flash with April mirth,
Like Life on earth.
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
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