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...DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A STRANGE MEETING by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SILENCE SINGS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE THE LAST CAESAR, 1851-1870 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AN EPILOGUE TO THE STEALING OF DIONYSOS: IACHOS SPEAKING by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |