WEATHER WITHIN by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS

Now what care I
For sodden sky
And angry tempest blowing?
In happy dream
My soul's a-gleam,
And all the world is glowing.

And what though May
With blossoms gay
Is held in Winter's power?
My heart's bright room
Is filled with bloom,
And all the world's in flower.

What though the snow
In silent woe
To silent woods is clinging?
My soul with June
Is yet in tune,
And all the world is singing.

Come, skies and songs
And blossom throngs
In gloomy exile straying;
Here's one poor heart
Has ample art
To set you all a-Maying.

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