I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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If woolly fleeces spread the heavenly way
No rain, be sure, disturbs the summer's day.
If woolly fleeces spread the heavenly way
No rain, be sure, disturbs the summer's day.
My prophecy is but half his journey yet,
For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Yon read more
My prophecy is but half his journey yet,
For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds,
Must kiss their own feet.
So when the sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.
So when the sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.
Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven,
Curtain round the vault of heaven.
Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven,
Curtain round the vault of heaven.
The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields;
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
Prelusive drops, read more
The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields;
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow
In large effusion, o'er the freshen'd world.
Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
By th' mass and 'tis, like a read more
Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
By th' mass and 'tis, like a camel indeed.
Methinks it is like a weasel.
It is backed like a weasel.
Or like a whale.
Very like a whale.
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds the sun is shining;
Thy fate is read more
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds the sun is shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
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We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
Shrunk in the wind,--and the lightning now
Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.
I saw two clouds at morning
Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated read more
I saw two clouds at morning
Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on
And mingled into one.
