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Rondeau

When April's here and meadows wide 
Once more with spring's sweet growths are pied 
    I close each book, drop each pursuit, 
    And past the brook, no longer mute, 
I joyous roam the countryside.

Look, here the violets shy abide 
And there the mating robins hide—
    How keen my sense, how acute, 
      When April's here!

And list! down where the shimmering tide 
Hard by that farthest hill doth glide, 
    Rise faint strains from shepherd's flute, 
    Pan's pipes and Berecyntian lute. 
Each sight, each sound fresh joys provide 
      When April's here. 

Credit


This poem is in the public domain. 

Author


Jessie Redmon Fauset

Jessie Redmon Fauset, born in 1882, played a crucial role in the Harlem Renaissance during her time as literary editor of The Crisis.

Date Published: 1912-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/rondeau