You and I planned a gorgeous day, But it rained -- do you remember? And the wind blew chill and the clouds hung gray, As they will in late November; So we merely went for a walk, instead, While the gale rose high and higher, Then home, with our cheeks and noses red, To talk and dream by the fire. But we found we had a gorgeous day, Perhaps @3because@1 of the weather, For the glory, it seemed, was not in play But in simply being together! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |