Breezes strongly rushing, when the North--West stirs, <br />Prophesying Summer to the shaken firs; <br />Blowing brows of forest, where soft airs are free, <br />Crowned with heavenly glimpses of the shining sea; <br />Buds and breaking blossoms, that sunny April yields; <br />Ferns and fairy grasses, the children of the fields; <br />In the fragrant hedges' hollow brambled gloom <br />Pure primroses paling into perfect bloom; <br />Round the elms rough stature, climbing dark and high, <br />Ivy--fringes trembling against a golden sky; <br />Woods and windy ridges darkening in the glow; <br />The rosy sunset bathing all the vale below; <br />Violet banks forsaken in the fading light; <br />Starry sadness filling the quiet eyes of night; <br />Dew on all things drooping for the summer rains; <br />Dewy daisies folding in the lonely lanes.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-april-day-4/
