Dreamily over the roofs The cold spring rain is falling, Out in the lonely tree A bird is calling, calling. Slowly over the earth The wings of night are falling; My heart like the bird in the tree Is calling, calling, calling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TIPPERARY: 1. BY OUR OWN JAMES OPPENHEIM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PSALM 55 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THIRD REUNION POEM by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE YOUTH'S AMBITION by ANNA GRACE BOYLES |