April -- North Carolina

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?