THE winds in Spring how many a shower upblow! These are the tears that freshen as they go; And if, at night, they tap upon the pane, A flowerful morning follows after rain. The winds in Spring such easeful showers upblow; But in a later time it is not so ... If I were young again, then I would weep: My pillow is unwet -- I turn to sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POOR-HOUSE by SARA TEASDALE HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES; THE 10TH SATIRE OF JUVENAL, IMITATED by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) EPIGRAM: 59. ON SPIES by BEN JONSON INDIGNATION; AN ODE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE KEEPERS OF THE SUN by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH |