Softly the Rain falls into the night, And the Wind sings low in the land; The Tree Elves play, and are unafraid, For the Storm King has stayed his hand. Oh, a terrible thing is the Storm King’s wrath, And the World is a-quiver with fright, When he rouses from sleep and rages abroad To destroy the things of the night! But soft is his voice, and gentle his touch, When, whispering low to the Rain, He bids her kiss and caress the Earth, That the flowers may bloom again! So the Rain falls softly into the night, And the meadows are cool and sweet, And a rested World sleeps on in peace, As Earth and the Heavens meet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON DEATH, WITHOUT EXAGGERATION by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA ODES I, 5 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS BUONAPARTE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A SUMMER NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE WATERS OF LETHE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |