The Lover in Winter Plaineth for the Spring
Westron wind, when wilt thou blow
That small rain down can rain?
Christ, that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Comments about this poem (The Lover in Winter Plaineth for the Spring by Anonymous )
Top 500 Poems
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
William Ernest Henley
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings