THERE is magic in the April rains That fall day-in, day-out upon the prairie; Silver the big drops fall through the gray day, And silver at night they gleam on the long grasses When the dim stars show. Soft is the music of their silver-clinking, And soft their patter on the lone, dwarf trees; Over the prairie grasses and the flowers, They drop a veil of music and of color, A silver veil that sings a silver song. And through it breaks the purple and the gold Of vivid Texas flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAKING OF MAN by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK THE NEED FOR MEN by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND THE FUNERAL TREE OF THE SOKOKIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A DREAM, OR THE TYPE OF THE RISING SUN by JEAN ADAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 40. LOVE BOUGHT AND SOLD by PHILIP AYRES TO ADOLPHE GAIFFE by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |