It is right in there Betwixt and between The orchard bare And the orchard green, When the boughs are right In a flowery burst Of pink and white, That we fear the worst. For there's not a clime But at any cost Will take that time For a night of frost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT FREDERICKSBURG [DECEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY IN EMULATION OF MR. COWLEYS POEM CALL'D THE MOTTO by MARY ASTELL WRITTEN, AT THE REQUEST OF A GENTLEMAN, UNDER A .. PICTURE by RICHARD BARNFIELD CONCLUDING VERSES, AFTER RETURNING HOME FROM AN AUTUMNAL MORNING WALK by BERNARD BARTON |