Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multitude Of golden chalices to humming birds And silken-wingd insects of the sky. BryantThe Fountain.
Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the sun are born, And all poor Aprils charms are swept away. ClareThe Village Minstrel and Other Poems. The Last of April.
Now the noisy winds are still; Aprils coming up the hill! All the spring is in her train, Led by shining ranks of rain; Pit, pat, patter, clatter, Sudden sun and clatter patter! * * * * * All things ready with a will, Aprils coming up the hill! Mary Mapes DodgeNow the Noisy Winds are Still.
Make me over, Mother April, When the sap begins to stir! When thy flowery hand delivers All the mountain-prisoned rivers, And thy great heart beats and quivers, To revive the days that were. Richard HoveyApril.
Sweet April-timeO cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands that clutch the joys Of vanished springs, like flowers. D. M. MulockApril.