Part II
Reading edition
APRIL DAYS Days of witchery subtly sweet, When every hill and tree finds heart, When winter and spring like lovers meet In the mist of noon and part— In the April days. Nights when the wood-frogs faintly peep— Tr-eep, tr-eep—and then are still, And the woodpeckers' martial voices sweep Like bugle-blasts, from hill to hill, Through the breathless haze. Days when the soil is warm with rain, And through the wood the shy wind steals, Rich with the pine and the poplar smell,— And the joyous soul like a dancer, reels Through the broadening days. —From "Prairie Songs."