Clouds that hide the sun with showers Are wet baskets full of flowers. One is packed with poppies bright; One with lilies inward white. One, that takes a day to pass, Bulges out with blades of grass. One's a mass of roses red; One, a crowded pansy-bed. Yonder cloud, so sullen dull, Of golden buttercups is full. Its neighbor cloud, an ashen gray, Glows within with daisies gay. Not a cloud whose rain we rue But is crammed with flowers too. So I know the darkest cloud, Creeping gloomy as a shroud, Brings to me, all unnconfessed, Just the flowers I love the best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BALLAD OF LOVELY LADYES OF LONG AGOE by FRANCOIS VILLON THE VALLEY'S SINGING DAY by ROBERT FROST LOVE IN THE VALLEY (VERSION A) by GEORGE MEREDITH HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 1. E.P. ODE POUR L'ELECTION DE SON SEPULCHRE by EZRA POUND THE AUTHOR'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIMSELF by WALTER RALEIGH |