In Spring by Ruby Archer Mild is the night; the stars' Pale glamour wraps the dreaming earth; Nothing the quiet mars, Telling or human grief or mirth. Faintly the wind avows April is breathing on the deep. Hark—are the crooning boughs Rocking their baby buds to sleep? Find Related Poems Spring Poems Night Poems April Poems
In Spring by Ruby Archer Mild is the night; the stars' Pale glamour wraps the dreaming earth; Nothing the quiet mars, Telling or human grief or mirth. Faintly the wind avows April is breathing on the deep. Hark—are the crooning boughs Rocking their baby buds to sleep?
