In April
In April
Poem
If I am slow forgetting,
It is because the sun
Has such old tricks of setting
When April days are done.
The soft spring sunlight traces
Old patterns - green and gold;
The flowers have no new faces,
The very buds are old!
If I am slow forgetting -
Ah, well, come back and see
The same old sunbeams petting
My garden-plots and me.
Come smell the green things growing,
The boxwood after rain;
See where old beds are showing
Their slender spears again.
At dusk, that fosters dreaming -
Come back at dusk and rest,
And watch our old star gleaming
Against the primrose west.
Notes
Written by Margaret Lee Ashley and published in Harper's.
Thanks and Acknowledgements
Image: Painting called "Sunset over the sea - Öland" by Per Ekström.
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