April The Maiden

    Longings to grow and be vaster,
    Sap songs under the blue;
    Hints of the Mighty Master
    Making its dream come true.

    Gaunt limbs winter-scarred, tragic,
    Blind seeds under the mold.
    Planning new marvels of magic
    In scarlet and green and gold!

    O passionate, panting, love-laden,
    She is coming, she sings in the South--
    The World's Bride--April the Maiden--
    With the ghost of a rose for a mouth!

    Excerpt

    But while I stood and wondered what he spoke,
    There came a meaning like a spirit flame;
    And then I saw the man was not the same.
    He burned until his body was all light;
    And if he were a brown man or a white,
    I did not think at all. I only knew
    How all that we had heard was coming true;
    But all I knew no tongue can ever say.

     

    "The Song of the Messiah"