Amy Levy

(1861 - 10 September 1889 / London)

Between The Showers - Poem by Amy Levy

Between the showers I went my way,
The glistening street was bright with flowers;
It seemed that March had turned to May
Between the showers.

Above the shining roofs and towers
The blue broke forth athwart the grey;
Birds carolled in their leafless bowers.

Hither and tither, swift and gay,
The people chased the changeful hours;
And you, you passed and smiled that day,
Between the showers.


Comments about Between The Showers by Amy Levy

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: people, flower, smile



Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



[Report Error]