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April
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Helen Bayley Davis


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Hush—April is in the lane!
Be very still, she may go again;
The touch of her lilac-scented hand
Is on my cheek.
Do not speak
To her, she may not understand;
She is shy, and white, and very
fair.
Look,—she leaves a crocus—there!
The daffodils awake, and stir;
Above my head there is a whir
Of blue blue wings oh I am
glad
She is here! See—
By the wild plum tree
She pauses; soon it will be clad
In petals fluttering like blown
white tulle . . .
April, you are too beautiful:

This poem originally appeared in the Lewiston [Maine] Evening Journal, April 10, 1931.
It is now in the public domain.

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Helen Bayley Davis lived in Baltimore, Maryland and was the author of at least eight collections of poetry. We've been unable to find complete biographical information on Helen. If you have additional details on her life or work, please contact us; we would love to know more about this talented and prolific poet.

 


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69Dorcas:
Such a personification of April. I like it.
Posted 04/10/2012 09:10 PM


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