Rondeau by Jessie Redmon Fauset |

  • Sun Apr 20th, 2014 4:31am
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Jessie Redmon Fauset


When April’s here and meadows wide

Once more with spring’s sweet growths are pied

I close each book, drop each pursuit,

And past the brook, no longer mute,

I joyous roam the countryside.


Look, here the violets shy abide

And there the mating robins hide—

How keen my sense, how acute,

When April’s here!


And list! down where the shimmering tide

Hard by that farthest hill doth glide,

Rise faint strains from shepherd’s flute,

Pan’s pipes and Berecyntian lute.

Each sight, each sound fresh joys provide

When April’s here.


About This Poem

Jessie Redmon Fauset’s poem “Rondeau,” was first published in the April 1912 issue of The Crisis, a magazine founded by W. E. B. Du Bois to be the premier crusading voice for civil rights.