@3Wet! wet!@1 Hear Chaffinch! He cries and calls, Cries and calls from the snowy cherry-bough,— Chaffinch sighing and crying for water-falls, For the feel of the rain and her delicate freshness now. @3Wet! wet!@1 O Chaffinch, will you not tire? After the drought and dust the rain is sweet. The sap runs in the trees to the heart's desire, The grass hears, the little hearts are a-beat. White's the cherry orchard from head to foot. This is the golden moment of all the year. Over the song of the thrush and the blackbird's flute @3Wet! wet!@1 the Chaffinch calls to his dear. Down where the amber evening stretches for miles There's a golden-bosomed cloud on the sky serene. A little cloud afloat from the Golden Isles Grows and grows in the amber sea and the green. @3Wet! wet!@1 Hear Chaffinch! and Chaffinch knows. Chaffinch calls to his dear in the heavenly gloam. @3Wet! wet!@1 The rain as sweet as a rose Will drench the orchard to-night and the cherry-bloom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADAM AND HIS FATHER by KAREN SWENSON UP IN THE MORNING EARLY by ROBERT BURNS THE BARD'S ANNUAL DEFIANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 1 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SATIRE: 6 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS ON STIRLING; SEEING THE ROYAL PALACE IN RUIN by ROBERT BURNS LINES ON THE GRAVE OF A SUICIDE by THOMAS CAMPBELL TO THE NEW YEAR, FOR THE COUNTESS OF CARLISLE by THOMAS CAREW |