“April Rain It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the hills. The clouds of gray engulf the day And overwhelm the town; It is not raining rain to me, It's raining roses down. It is not raining rain to me, But fields of clover bloom, Where any buccaneering bee May find a bed and room. A health unto the happy! A fig for him who frets!- It is not raining rain to me, It's raining violets.” MayRoomsFieldsFlowerBedRainTownsRoseCloudsHillsGrayBeesVioletAprilFigsDaffodilClovers Author:Robert Loveman
“I humbly thank the gods benign, For all the blessings that are mine... The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the west; Soft o'er the poppy-fields of sleep, The drowsy winds of dreamland creep. What idle things are wealth and fame Beside the treasures one could name!” HomeNamesWealthSleepMorningFieldsMinesWindGratitudeBlessingFameWestBoundsCloudsSpreadTreasureCraftsSunsetIdleCreepsDewNoonDriftingBenignAmberPoppiesDrowsyOpalCanopyDreamland Author:Robert Loveman
