Robert Laurence Binyon - An April Day lyrics

Breezes strongly rushing, when the North--West stirs, Prophesying Summer to the shaken firs; Blowing brows of forest, where soft airs are free, Crowned with heavenly glimpses of the shining sea; Buds and breaking blossoms, that sunny April yields; Ferns and fairy gra**es, the children of the fields; In the fragrant hedges' hollow brambled gloom Pure primroses paling into perfect bloom; Round the elms rough stature, climbing dark and high, Ivy--fringes trembling against a golden sky; Woods and windy ridges darkening in the glow; The rosy sunset bathing all the vale below; Violet banks forsaken in the fading light; Starry sadness filling the quiet eyes of night; Dew on all things drooping for the summer rains; Dewy daisies folding in the lonely lanes.