"IT IS going to clear!" said the thrush to the jay, "There's a hole in the clouds and the suns coming through," And "Look how the grey is all patterned with blue, Oh, it's going to clear!" trilled the bob-o-link gay. The rush by the river shook lightly its spear, The shining trees shivered the rain-drops away And, high o'er the billowing, sweet-smelling hay, A meadow-lark sang "It is going to clear!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR SONG FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH by DOROTHY PARKER ESSAY: AT NIGHT THE AUTOPORTRAIT AT NIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS |