Ocupation: Poet
Life: April 11, 1864 - July 9, 1923
Birthday: April 11
Death: July 9
It is not raining to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills.
Topics: Rain, Flower, Rivers, Rain Drop, Daffodil
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.
source: - Robert Loveman, “April Rain”
Topics: Rain, Flower, Clouds, Clovers
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!
Topics: Gratitude, Morning, Home, Benign, Opal
The Dawn is a wild, fair woman, With sunrise in her hair; Look where she stands, with pleading hands, To lure me there.
Topics: Morning, Hands, Hair, Pleading, Lure
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...
Topics: Morning, Sunset, Home
