<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575601" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Call Of April</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">April calling, April calling,<br>April calling me!<br>I hear the voice of April there<br>In each old apple tree:<br>Bee-boom and wild perfume,<br>And wood-brook melody,<br>O hark, my heart, and hear, my heart,<br>The April Ecstasy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark to the hills, the oldtime hills,<br>That talk with sea and sky!<br>Or speak in murmurs with God's winds<br>Who on their bosoms lie:<br>Bird-call and waterfall<br>And white clouds blowing by,<br>O hark, my heart, O hear, my heart,<br>The April's cosmic cry!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There runs a whisper through the woods,<br>The word of bough to bough,<br>A sound of dead things donning green,<br>Of Beauty waking now:<br>Fern-bower and wilding flower,<br>Each like a prayer or vow,<br>O see, my heart, O look, my heart,<br>Where Earth crowns white her brow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And far away, and far away,<br>Yet nearer than she seems,<br>Look where she takes the oldtime trail<br>And walks again with dreams:<br>Bird note and blue remote<br>And laughter of wild streams,<br>O hark, my heart, O hear, my heart,<br>And follow where she gleams!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earth has put off her winter garb<br>Of gray and drab and dun,<br>And robes herself in raiment green<br>Of love and laughter spun:<br>Wood-bloom and wood-perfume<br>And colors of the sun,<br>O hark, my heart, O hear, my heart,<br>Where her wild footsteps run!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O April, mother of my soul,<br>Take to your heart your child:<br>And let him lie a little while<br>Upon its rapture wild:<br>Lean close and near, and let him hear<br>The words that once beguiled,<br>And on his eyes the kiss again<br>Of longing reconciled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O kiss, that fills the fields with flowers<br>And thrills with green each grove,<br>Dream down into this heart again<br>And grow to songs thereof:<br>Wild songs in singing throngs,<br>That swift shall mount above,<br>And, like to birds, with lyric words,<br>Take Earth and Heaven with love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Madison+Julius+Cawein">Madison Julius Cawein</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575601" data-title="The Call Of April de Madison Julius Cawein" data-description="April calling, April calling, April calling me! I hear the voice of April there In each old apple tree: Bee-boom and wild perfume, And wood-brook melody, O hark, my heart, and hear, my heart, The April Ecstasy! Hark to the hills, the oldtime hill..."></div> </div> </div>

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