Helen Hunt Jackson

Helen Hunt Jackson

1830-1885

 

April

by Helen Hunt Jackson

April. To all the fairest flowers Spring did beget.

No days such honored days as these! When yet
Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide
For some fair thing which should forever bide
On earth, her beauteous memory to set
In fitting frame that no age could forget,
Her name in lovely April's name did hide,
And leave it there, eternally allied
To all the fairest flowers Spring did beget.
And when fair Aphrodite passed from earth,
Her shrines forgotten and her feasts of mirth,
A holier symbol still in seal and sign,
Sweet April took, of kingdom most divine,
When Christ ascended, in the time of birth
Of spring anemones, in Palestine.

Source:

A Calendar Of Sonnets
Copyright 1891
Roberts Brothers, Somerset Street, Boston
 
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