Poem (two April mornings) with explaination
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Poem (two April mornings)
We walked along, while bright and red
Uprose the morning sun;
And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said
`The will of God be done!'
A village schoolmaster was he,
With hair of glittering grey;
As blithe a man as you could see
On a spring holiday.
And on that morning, through the grass
And by the steaming rills
We travelled merrily, to pass
A day among the hills.
`Our work,' said I, `was well begun;
Then, from thy breast what thought,
Beneath so beautiful a sun,
So sad a sigh has brought?'
A second time did Matthew stop;
And fixing still his eye
Upon the eastern mountain-top,
To me he made reply:
`Yon cloud with that long purple cleft
Brings fresh into my mind
A day like this, which I have left
Full thirty years behind.
`And just above yon slope of corn
Such colours, and no other,
Were in the sky, that April morn,
Of this the very brother.
`With rod and line I sued the sport
Which that sweet season gave,
And, to the churchyard come, stopped short
Beside my daughter's grave.
`Nine summers had she scarcely seen,
The pride of all the vale;
And then she sang: -she would have been
A very nightingale.
Six feet in earth my Emma lay;
And yet I loved her more -
For so it seemed, -than till that day
I e'er had loved before.
`And turning from her grave, I met
Beside the churchyard yew
A blooming girl, whose hair was wet
With points of morning dew.
`A basket on her head she bare;
Her brow was smooth and white:
To see a child so very fair,
It was a pure delight!
`No fountain from its rocky cave
E'er tripped with foot so free;
She seemed as happy as a wave
That dances on the sea.
`There came from me a sigh of pain
Which I could ill confine;
I looked at her, and looked again
And did not wish her mine!'
Matthew is in his grave, yet now
Methinks I see him stand
As that moment, with a bough
Of wilding in his hand.
Uprose the morning sun;
And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said
`The will of God be done!'
A village schoolmaster was he,
With hair of glittering grey;
As blithe a man as you could see
On a spring holiday.
And on that morning, through the grass
And by the steaming rills
We travelled merrily, to pass
A day among the hills.
`Our work,' said I, `was well begun;
Then, from thy breast what thought,
Beneath so beautiful a sun,
So sad a sigh has brought?'
A second time did Matthew stop;
And fixing still his eye
Upon the eastern mountain-top,
To me he made reply:
`Yon cloud with that long purple cleft
Brings fresh into my mind
A day like this, which I have left
Full thirty years behind.
`And just above yon slope of corn
Such colours, and no other,
Were in the sky, that April morn,
Of this the very brother.
`With rod and line I sued the sport
Which that sweet season gave,
And, to the churchyard come, stopped short
Beside my daughter's grave.
`Nine summers had she scarcely seen,
The pride of all the vale;
And then she sang: -she would have been
A very nightingale.
Six feet in earth my Emma lay;
And yet I loved her more -
For so it seemed, -than till that day
I e'er had loved before.
`And turning from her grave, I met
Beside the churchyard yew
A blooming girl, whose hair was wet
With points of morning dew.
`A basket on her head she bare;
Her brow was smooth and white:
To see a child so very fair,
It was a pure delight!
`No fountain from its rocky cave
E'er tripped with foot so free;
She seemed as happy as a wave
That dances on the sea.
`There came from me a sigh of pain
Which I could ill confine;
I looked at her, and looked again
And did not wish her mine!'
Matthew is in his grave, yet now
Methinks I see him stand
As that moment, with a bough
Of wilding in his hand.
Explaination (The Two April Mornings )
’The Two April Mornings" describes the feelings of a school master, Mathew, when he sees a girl resembling his dead daughter .Mathew and the poet are going to the hills to pass a day in -.the company of nature; The day is pleasant and they walk happily by the beautiful streams. Suddenly Mathew stops and looks towards eastern mountain top.He sees the bright red sun. A sigh of pain carries out of his mouth. The poet does not understand why Mathew as suddenly become sad on such a pleasant morning. Mathew tells him that the cloud on the eastern mountain top bought to him the memory of another day, an April morning .
Some years before. On that day he visited the grave of his daughter . The poet and a school master Matthew were going out on a bright April morning. The schoolmaster saw a cloud on the top of a hill. It brought and memories’ to his mind. In this poem the poet says that Matthew was reminded of a time thirty years before when he had gone to the grave of his daughter.
She was only nine when death snatched- her from him. She was so nice that the valley where she lived was proud of her. She sang in a sweet voice. If she had lived, she would have sung as sweetly as a nightingale. The school master saw a beautiful scene of Nature. It brought to his mind the memory of a similar day thirty years before. He remembered his daughter who had died while only nine years old.
He also remembered a healthy village girl of the age of her dead daughter after he was a returning from the grave of his daughter. This poem describe the grace and beauty of the healthy village girl whom Matthew met on his return from the grave of his daughter. She walked more freely and lightly than the flowing of the eater of a fountain. She seemed to be a happy as a sea-wave that tosses above the surface of the water.
The poet says that Matthew did not wish that village to be his own dear daughter Jest she should also die. There came from her a sigh of pain ,Which he could ill confine. He looked at her, and looked again. She walked gracefully and was as happy as a spa-wave. On seeing that healthy village girl, a sigh of pain came out from his heart. He could not check it. He looked at the girl again and again as she was like his own dear daughter who was dead. But Matthew did not wish her to be his own daughter lest the cruel hand of death should also snatch her from him.
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