Henry Van Dyke

(10 November 1852 – 10 April 1933 / Germantown, Pennsylvania)

My April Lady - Poem by Henry Van Dyke

When down the stair at morning
The sunbeams round her float,
Sweet rivulets of laughter
Are bubbling in her throat;
The gladness of her greeting
Is gold without alloy;
And in the morning sunlight
I think her name is Joy.

When in the evening twilight
The quiet book-room lies,
We read the sad old ballads,
While from her hidden eyes
The tears are falling, falling,
That give her heart relief;
And in the evening twilight,
I think her name is Grief.

My little April lady,
Of sunshine and of showers,
She weaves the old spring magic,
And breaks my heart in flowers!
But when her moods are ended,
She nestles like a dove;
Then, by the pain and rapture,
I know her name is Love.


Comments about My April Lady by Henry Van Dyke

  • Amar Agarwala Amar Agarwala (4/4/2016 8:27:00 PM)

    What amazing description of a day... and of moods. Only a true poet can do this. (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (4/4/2016 4:27:00 PM)

    What a loving poem! He gives her a deeper character by adding grief than she would have had if he only portrayed her as sunny. I think we have just been gifted with a peek in the daily lives of a couple deeply in love and it was, pardon the adjective, sweet (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (4/4/2016 3:17:00 AM)

    Sweet rivulets of laughter! Nice piece of work. (Report) Reply

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (4/4/2016 2:47:00 AM)

    Superb poem with amazing flow depicting motley moods of the April lady in a magnificent manner. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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