BROWN earth-line meets gray heaven, And all the land looks sad; But Love's the little leaven That works the whole world glad. Sigh, bitter wind; lower, frore clouds of gray: My Love and I are living now in May ! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAITER AND THE ALLIGATOR by G. W. A. THE FRATERNAL DUEL by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS PSALM 71 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE WORTH FOREST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A GOTHAMITE IN CAMELOT by BERTON BRALEY LINES TO MRS. KEMBLE, IN THE CHARACTER OF YARICO by ROBERT BURNS THE TRIANGLE by FLAVIA CAMP CANFIELD |