WHEN you and I are together, That makes for me flowertime weather, Albeit the rain Beats harsh on the pane, And November lies brown on the lea. But alas for my flowertime weather When we are no longer together! Though June hold the land In the palm of her hand, It is everywhere Winter to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL |