I have chosen to share but a snippet of this lengthy poem with you all this evening, only because I fear I would lose your interest after the first ten stanzas. It is lovely, though, so if you are willing to brave the vast unknown, click here for the full edition. For now, this wee stanza will have to suffice.
By Ralph W. Emerson
April cold with dropping rain
Willows and lilacs brings again,
The whistle of returning birds,
And trumpet-lowing of the herds.
The scarlet maple-keys betray
What potent blood hath modest May,
What fiery force the earth renews,
The wealth of forms, the flush of hues;
What joy in rosy waves outpoured
Flows from the heart of Love, the Lord.
Have a good evening!