I WANTED you when skies were red, And now the sky is gray; I thought of you when shadows fled -- Now falls the end of day. I called you when the hills were flame, And now the hills are bare; I sought you when the snowflakes came, And now the swallows pair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALLS DO NOT FALL: 4 by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE WILLIAM P. FRYE [FEBRUARY 28, 1915] by JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER AFTER AUGHRIM by ARTHUR GERALD GEOGHEGAN TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS A WISH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |