Poem by Mathilde Blind

April Rain

   The April rain, the April rain,
Comes slanting down in fitful showers,
   Then from the furrow shoots the grain,
And banks are fledged with nestling flowers;
And in grey shaw and woodland bowers
   The cuckoo through the April rain
           Calls once again.

   The April sun, the April sun,
Glints through the rain in fitful splendour,
   And in grey shaw and woodland dun
The little leaves spring forth and tender
Their infant hands, yet weak and slender,
   For warmth towards the April sun,
           One after one.

   And between shower and shine hath birth
The rainbow's evanescent glory;
   Heaven's light that breaks on mists of earth!
Frail symbol of our human story,
It flowers through showers where, looming hoary,
   The rain-clouds flash with April mirth,
           Like Life on earth.

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