Too green the springing April grass,
Too blue the silver-speckled sky,
For me to linger here, alas,
While happy winds go laughing by,
Wasting the golden hours indoors,
Washing windows and scrubbing floors.
Too wonderful the April night,
Too faintly sweet the first May flowers,
The stars too gloriously bright,
For me to spend the evening hours,
When fields are fresh and streams are leaping,
Wearied, exhausted, dully sleeping.
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Comments1"SPRING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE" BY CLAUDE MCKAY REALLY GOT ME LONGING FOR THE GREAT OUTDOORS! IT MADE ME FEEL THE VIVID WONDERS OF SPRINGTIME. MAKES YOU WANT TO PAUSE AND APPRECIATE NATURE'S BEAUTY. AMAZING POEM, MCKAY!