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.
.........beautiful poem...april days are nice ★
Life's golden fruit is shed........so true. Beautiful poem on metaphor base startlingly shared.
Such an epic work by great poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow👍👍👍
though stricken to the heart by winter cold, The drooping tree revives
A grand welcome of April and the advent of spring with magical manifestations of nature accompanying it are wonderfully described by the master craftsman in this marvelous song.
Very nice poem
The softly-warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along The forest openings.
forest glades: romantic desire
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
The succession of crystal pictures causes me to sigh with a starry eye.