Out of Town
Out of town the sky was bright and blue,
Never fog-cloud, lowering, thick, was seen to frown;
Nature dons a garb of gayer hue,
Out of town.
Spotless lay the snow on field and down,
Pure and keen the air above it blew;
All wore peace and beauty for a crown.
London sky, marred by smoke, veiled from view,
London snow, trodden thin, dingy brown,
Whence that strange unrest at thoughts of you
Out of town?
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
More Poems by Amy Levy
Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on Out of Town
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Out of Town here.
Commenting turned off, sorry.