Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

(27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine)

An April Day - Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.

I love the season well,
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell
The coming-on of storms.

From the earth's loosened mould
The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives;
Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold,
The drooping tree revives.

The softly-warbled song
Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings
Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along
The forest openings.

When the bright sunset fills
The silver woods with light, the green slope throws
Its shadows in the hollows of the hills,
And wide the upland glows.

And when the eve is born,
In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far,
Is hollowed out and the moon dips her horn,
And twinkles many a star.

Inverted in the tide
Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw,
And the fair trees look over, side by side,
And see themselves below.

Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
Life's golden fruit is shed.


Comments about An April Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • (4/17/2018 1:10:00 AM)


    Very nice poem (Report) Reply

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  • Joshua Adeyemi (4/8/2018 4:15:00 PM)


    The softly-warbled song
    Comes from the pleasant woods, and
    colored wings
    Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves
    along
    The forest openings.
    (Report) Reply

  • Erasmus Of Rivenfjord (4/8/2018 12:28:00 PM)


    forest glades: romantic desire (Report) Reply

  • Glen Kappy (4/8/2018 8:29:00 AM)


    Interesting reading this poem (my first time) by Longfellow and noticing, along with some things I like, the way he leaves logic to make rhymes. E.g., is it a still wood, or is it a plain? It can’t be both. And if the drooping tree revives, is it still striken with winter’s cold? I do like and relate to the bright sun that moves along the forest openings and the gray rocks inverted in the tide. -GK (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (4/8/2018 2:41:00 AM)


    Life's golden fruit is shed........so true. Beautiful poem on metaphor base startlingly shared. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (4/8/2018 2:29:00 AM)


    Inverted in the tide! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (4/8/2018 1:39:00 AM)


    Such an epic work by great poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow👍👍👍 (Report) Reply

  • (2/27/2017 10:45:00 PM)


    though stricken to the heart by winter cold,
    The drooping tree revives
    (Report) Reply

  • (11/25/2016 5:04:00 PM)


    Nature bounces back in every way, and the earth is beautiful again. (Report) Reply

  • (8/23/2015 9:10:00 PM)


    .........beautiful poem...april days are nice ★ (Report) Reply

  • (4/11/2010 1:23:00 AM)


    The succession of crystal pictures causes me to sigh with a starry eye. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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