Here is my poem for you on Poem in Your Pocket Day April 24, 2014
Rondeau
Jessie Redmon Fauset
(1882-1961)
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.
Today's poem is in the public domain.
About This Poem
Rondeau was first published in 1912.
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