The rain
Drips down
O’er fields
All green
With grain.
Earth’s gown
Is seen
Clinging
To her
In folds
Bedraggled.
The grey
Sky yields
Great drops
Down-winging
O’er tops
Of fir
And wolds
Green-gay
With Summer,
The new-comer.
For sod
Has haggled
With sky.
The tears
Fall fast
On high.
Aghast
And Dazed
Earth stands,
And lifts
Her hands,
To see
The wrong
Which she
Has done.
The sun
Breaks out
And sears
The drifts
Of cloud
That float
Along.
The shroud
No longer
Low-lies.
The note
Of the song
Of the bird
Is heard.
The cloud
Is furled.
Earth cries
A shout
Of gladness.
O’er skies,
And trees,
And leaf,
And leas
Of bay
Breaks day.