April Rain

Fall, rain! You are the blood of coming blossom,

You shall be music in the young birds' throats,

You shall be breaking, soon, in silver notes;

A virgin laughter in the young earth's bosom.

Oh, that I could with you reënter earth,

Pass through her heart and come again to sun,

Out of her fertile dark to sing and run

In loveliness and fragrance of new mirth!

Fall, rain! Into the dust I go with you,

Pierce the remaining snows with subtle fire,

Warming the frozen roots with soft desire,

Dreams of ascending leaves and flowers new.

I am no longer body, -- I am blood

Seeking for some new loveliness of shape;

Dark loveliness that dreams of new escape,

The sun-surrender of unclosing bud.

Take me, O Earth! and make me what you will;

I feel my heart with mingled music fill.