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… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
It is not raining to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills. — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
The Dawn is a wild, fair woman, With sunrise in her hair; Look where she stands, with pleading hands, To lure me there. — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
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... — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
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… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
I humbly thank the gods benign, For all the blessings that are mine... The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
