Author Amy Lowell The rain is dark against the white sky, Or white against the foliage of eucalyptus-trees. But, in the cistern, it is a sheet of mauve and amber, Because of the chrysanthemums Heaped about its edge. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments