April

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Title:     April
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

THE roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.

Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree--
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: April

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