The sloe was lost in flower

by A. E. Housman

    The sloe was lost in flower,
    The April elm was dim;
    That was the lovers hour,
    The hour for lies and him.

    If thorns are all the bower,
    If north winds freeze the fir,
    Why, tis anothers hour,
    The hour for truth and her.

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