English poem
An April Shower
by Francis William Bourdillon (1852–1921)
The primrose-head is bowed with tears, The wood is rippling through with rain, Though now the heaven once more appears, And beams the bounteous sun again. From every blade and blossom-cup The earth sends thankful incense up.
O happy hearts of flower and field, That, soon as grief be overpast, Your fragrant thankfulness can yield For troubled skies and rainful blast! I would that I as soon could see The blessings of adversity!