An April Day
An April Day - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Lets read, When the warm sun, that brings Seed time and harvest, has returned again, 'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs the first flower of the plain. I love the season well, when forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming-on of storms. From the earth's loosened mould Th...