Harriet Monroe: April — North Carolina

April — North Carolina

Harriet Monroe

Would you not be in Tryon  Now that the spring is here, When mocking-birds are praising  The fresh, the blossomy year?
Look — on the leafy carpet  Woven of winter's browns Iris and pink azaleas  Flutter their gaudy gowns.
The dogwood spreads white meshes —  So white and light and high — To catch the drifting sunlight  Out of the cobalt sky.
The pointed beech and maple,  The pines, dark-tufted, tall, Pattern with many colors  The mountain's purple wall.
Hark — what a rushing torrent  Of crystal song falls sheer! Would you not be in Tryon  Now that the spring is here?