See also: Poems by all poets about flower and All poems by Alfred Edward Housman
Xxii: The Sloe Was Lost In Flower
The sloe was lost in flower,
The April elm was dim;
That was the lover's hour,
The hour for lies and him.
If thorns are all the bower,
If north winds freeze the fir,
Why, 'tis another's hour,
The hour for truth and her.
