Posted on 31 December, 2020 by thebestnchic 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. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestWhatsApp Related Post navigationPrevious post: Now dreary dawns the eastern lightNext post: A Word for Autumn