You were white sky. You brought white pansies, Who had slept In a bed well-kept. But now your sky Is gray. You come With crocus petals, shed In a wild prairie-hill bed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ALPINE PICTURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RESPECTABILITY by ROBERT BROWNING LINES TO THE MEMORY OF ANNIE WHO DIED AT MILAN, JUNE 6, 1860 by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE POPULARITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE DOOMED MAN by JOSEPH ADDISON ALEXANDER THE LAST BALLADE; MASTER FRANCOIS VILLON LOQUITUR by THOMAS BEER |