Spread the love

Yes, May Day was last week; we realize this. It’s been a bit chaotic in the Walters world this week, however, which delayed this post — but we didn’t want to miss out on this lovely holiday! It’s tradition on May Day to deliver flowers and poems to your loved ones. So we thought we’d share with you and your beloved one of our favorite romantic poems: A Line-Storm Song, by Robert Frost. Not only is it a beautiful poem of love, but it can set the mood as we welcome in the wet new world of Spring. 

A Line-Storm Song

By Robert Frost


The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,  

  The road is forlorn all day,  

Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,  

  And the hoof-prints vanish away.  

The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,

  Expend their bloom in vain.  

Come over the hills and far with me,  

  And be my love in the rain.  

The birds have less to say for themselves  

  In the wood-world’s torn despair

Than now these numberless years the elves,  

  Although they are no less there:  

All song of the woods is crushed like some  

  Wild, easily shattered rose.  

Come, be my love in the wet woods; come,

  Where the boughs rain when it blows.  

There is the gale to urge behind  

  And bruit our singing down,  

And the shallow waters aflutter with wind  

  From which to gather your gown.     

What matter if we go clear to the west,  

  And come not through dry-shod?  

For wilding brooch shall wet your breast  

  The rain-fresh goldenrod.  

Oh, never this whelming east wind swells    

  But it seems like the sea’s return  

To the ancient lands where it left the shells  

  Before the age of the fern;  

And it seems like the time when after doubt  

  Our love came back amain.       

Oh, come forth into the storm and rout  

  And be my love in the rain.