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John Payne (Джон Пейн)


SWEET April, with thy mingling tears and smiles,
Dear maid-child of the changing months that art,
What wit so blunt, what breast with sorrow's smart
So sore but must confess thy tender wiles?
What woes but thy capricious charm beguiles?
At thy sweet sight, the winter-thoughts depart
And with glad lips men say and gleeful heart,
"Belike we yet shall greet the Golden Isles."
Pale as thy primrose, as thy violets sweet,
Thy varying stint thou fill'st of dainty days;
Yet, though thy bright prime passeth, still shall praise
And blessing follow on thy flitting feet
Nor Summer's sheen thy memory make less dear,
That bring'st the first-fruits of the flowering year.

John Payne's other poems:
  1. The Foredawn Hour
  2. August
  3. September
  4. July
  5. October

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) April ("The sweetest thing, I thought")
  • Charlotte Smith (Шарлотта Смит) April ("GREEN o'er the copses spring's soft hues are spreading")
  • William Watson (Уильям Уотсон) April ("APRIL, April")
  • Alice Cary (Элис Кэри) April ("THE wild and windy March once more")
  • John Whittier (Джон Уиттьер) April ("'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a bird")
  • Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) April ("THE roofs are shining from the rain")
  • Frederick Tuckerman (Фредерик Такерман) April ("The first of April! yet November's haze")

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