IN MAY.
The clouds that veil the early dayAre very near and soft and fine,The heaven peeps between the gray,A luminous and pearly line.The breeze is up, now soft, now full,And moulds the vapor light as fleece,It trembles, then, with drip and lull,The rain drifts gently through the trees.It trails into a silver blur,And hangs about the cherry topsThat sprinkle, with the wind astir,In little sudden whirls of drops.The apple orchards, banked with bloom,Are drenched and dripping with the wet,And on the breeze their deep perfumeGrows and fades by and lingers yet.In some green covert far remoteThe oven-bird is never still,And, golden-throat to golden-throat,The orioles warble on the hill.Now over all the gem-like woodsThe delicate mist is blown again,And after dripping interludesLets down the lulling silver rain.
The clouds that veil the early dayAre very near and soft and fine,The heaven peeps between the gray,A luminous and pearly line.The breeze is up, now soft, now full,And moulds the vapor light as fleece,It trembles, then, with drip and lull,The rain drifts gently through the trees.It trails into a silver blur,And hangs about the cherry topsThat sprinkle, with the wind astir,In little sudden whirls of drops.The apple orchards, banked with bloom,Are drenched and dripping with the wet,And on the breeze their deep perfumeGrows and fades by and lingers yet.In some green covert far remoteThe oven-bird is never still,And, golden-throat to golden-throat,The orioles warble on the hill.Now over all the gem-like woodsThe delicate mist is blown again,And after dripping interludesLets down the lulling silver rain.
The clouds that veil the early dayAre very near and soft and fine,The heaven peeps between the gray,A luminous and pearly line.
The clouds that veil the early day
Are very near and soft and fine,
The heaven peeps between the gray,
A luminous and pearly line.
The breeze is up, now soft, now full,And moulds the vapor light as fleece,It trembles, then, with drip and lull,The rain drifts gently through the trees.
The breeze is up, now soft, now full,
And moulds the vapor light as fleece,
It trembles, then, with drip and lull,
The rain drifts gently through the trees.
It trails into a silver blur,And hangs about the cherry topsThat sprinkle, with the wind astir,In little sudden whirls of drops.
It trails into a silver blur,
And hangs about the cherry tops
That sprinkle, with the wind astir,
In little sudden whirls of drops.
The apple orchards, banked with bloom,Are drenched and dripping with the wet,And on the breeze their deep perfumeGrows and fades by and lingers yet.
The apple orchards, banked with bloom,
Are drenched and dripping with the wet,
And on the breeze their deep perfume
Grows and fades by and lingers yet.
In some green covert far remoteThe oven-bird is never still,And, golden-throat to golden-throat,The orioles warble on the hill.
In some green covert far remote
The oven-bird is never still,
And, golden-throat to golden-throat,
The orioles warble on the hill.
Now over all the gem-like woodsThe delicate mist is blown again,And after dripping interludesLets down the lulling silver rain.
Now over all the gem-like woods
The delicate mist is blown again,
And after dripping interludes
Lets down the lulling silver rain.