THE SUMMER SHOWER
Theair is shot with spangling drops,But heedless of the rainThe sun laughs, through a silver veil,Upon the golden grain.And lightly arching up the eastIn faintly penciled lines,That throb and flush to tinted bars,A double rainbow shines.It seems to touch the fragrant earth,Till, tangled in the breeze,It winds a film of irised lightAbout the distant trees.In frothy clusters down the roadThe blooming elders lean,With dripping buds that shine like pearlsWithin a sea of green.And heaped around them, pink as shells,The roses are in flower,While earth and sky are freshly keyedTo sweetness by the shower.
Theair is shot with spangling drops,But heedless of the rainThe sun laughs, through a silver veil,Upon the golden grain.And lightly arching up the eastIn faintly penciled lines,That throb and flush to tinted bars,A double rainbow shines.It seems to touch the fragrant earth,Till, tangled in the breeze,It winds a film of irised lightAbout the distant trees.In frothy clusters down the roadThe blooming elders lean,With dripping buds that shine like pearlsWithin a sea of green.And heaped around them, pink as shells,The roses are in flower,While earth and sky are freshly keyedTo sweetness by the shower.
Theair is shot with spangling drops,But heedless of the rainThe sun laughs, through a silver veil,Upon the golden grain.
Theair is shot with spangling drops,
But heedless of the rain
The sun laughs, through a silver veil,
Upon the golden grain.
And lightly arching up the eastIn faintly penciled lines,That throb and flush to tinted bars,A double rainbow shines.
And lightly arching up the east
In faintly penciled lines,
That throb and flush to tinted bars,
A double rainbow shines.
It seems to touch the fragrant earth,Till, tangled in the breeze,It winds a film of irised lightAbout the distant trees.
It seems to touch the fragrant earth,
Till, tangled in the breeze,
It winds a film of irised light
About the distant trees.
In frothy clusters down the roadThe blooming elders lean,With dripping buds that shine like pearlsWithin a sea of green.
In frothy clusters down the road
The blooming elders lean,
With dripping buds that shine like pearls
Within a sea of green.
And heaped around them, pink as shells,The roses are in flower,While earth and sky are freshly keyedTo sweetness by the shower.
And heaped around them, pink as shells,
The roses are in flower,
While earth and sky are freshly keyed
To sweetness by the shower.