April Night
How deep the April night is in its noon, The hopeful, solemn, many-murmured night! The earth lies hushed with expectation; bright Above the world's dark border burns the moon, Yellow and large; from forest floorways, strewn With flowers, and fields that tingle with new birth, The moist smell of the unimprisoned earth Comes up, a sigh, a haunting promise. Soon, Ah, soon, the teeming triumph! At my feet The river with its stately sweep and wheel Moves on slow-motioned, luminous, grey like steel. From fields far off whose watery hollows gleam, Aye with blown throats that make the long hours sweet, The sleepless toads are murmuring in their dream.
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"How deep the April night is in its noon,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Archibald Lampman delivers a powerful performance in "April Night"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...