ALL night the small feet of the rain Within the garden ran, And gentle fingers tapped the pane Until the dawn began. The rill-like voices called and sung The slanting roof beside; "The children of the clouds have come; Awake! awake!" they cried. "Weep no more the drooping rose Nor mourn the thirsting tree, The little children of the storm Have gained their liberty." All night the small feet of the rain About my garden ran, Their rill-like voices called and cried Until the dawn began. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FANCY, FR. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 72 by PHILIP SIDNEY A PIPER by JAMES SULLIVAN STARKEY ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE by WALT WHITMAN THE OLD SERGEANT by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON MARGARET FULLER by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT THE SHRINE OF VENUS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 42. AUGMENTED BY FAVOURABLE BLASTS by PHILIP AYRES |