THERE is magic in the April rains That fall day-in, day-out upon the prairie; Silver the big drops fall through the gray day, And silver at night they gleam on the long grasses When the dim stars show. Soft is the music of their silver-clinking, And soft their patter on the lone, dwarf trees; Over the prairie grasses and the flowers, They drop a veil of music and of color, A silver veil that sings a silver song. And through it breaks the purple and the gold Of vivid Texas flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES: 51. UPON NOTHING by JOHN WILMOT I'D BE A BUTTERFLY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY DEVIL'S GOLD (A HAMPTON LEGEND) by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN ELAYNE LE BLANC by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON MEG O' THE MILL by ROBERT BURNS |