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Tag: Robert Loveman

  • Spring Rain

    From the Grand Forks Daily Herald, May 13, 1915. By Robert Loveman.

    It isn’t 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 isn’t raining rain for me
        It’s raining roses down.
    It isn’t 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 isn’t raining rain to me
        It’s raining violets.

  • Song of the Wind

    From The Birmingham Age-Herald, May 23, 1913.
 By Robert Loveman.
 

 The wind has a mind of his own
     He’s a lover and rover free
 He mutters among the clouds
     He flutters above the sea;
 He ravages regions rare
     Where savages leap in glee
 He strips the forests bare
     In autumnal ecstasy.
 
 The wind is a child of earth
     Of ocean, air and sky,
 He joys at a young world’s birth
     He moans when the old ones die;
 He can woo a nodding rose to rest
     Or trample an empire down,
 He’s sceptered king of everything
     And the high stars are his crown.